Angry Blows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Angry Blows



Striking distance filling me with angry blows to my intellect, laying me low in an antagonistic forest of life.
Taking away my being on darkened corners of nighttime pathways.
Solidly posing for another photographic memory, listening to thoughts picture words for me.
Showing lasting figures of difficulty as I feel through a pressure of being.

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