Boil Over Poem by Naomi Hartnell
Boil Over
Life itself, infected by ill will,
causing erosian to my heart,
hardend against good in a callous way,
iv'e known this from the start.
The pain the hurt fear
and anger,
emotions we fail to cease,
go in together, combine as one,
savagely waiting for its release.
Let go of in a noxious manner,
a agitation of ones mind,
as i set it free on to someone else,
how guilt causes me to subside
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