RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Crushing Anger - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Crushing anger like little pills for children, to be better able
to cope with it.
Small doses don't hurt any less, and life becomes a drug too mixed
up to repress.
Dreams stagger in and out, to help the mind relax - it does not
help - only brings the memories closer.
Reaching out, the mind touches on the past, filling itself with
the hurt and pain remembering trauma brings.
Amnesia would be better if only it could be produced in doses
large enough to forget forever.
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