The release of sadness,
anger, joy,
from darkness of night,
to darkness of day.
It happens non-stop,
the cut, the blood,
the adrienaline,
the excitement of mental, painful scars.
Interesting write. I agree...'the adrenaline'. Great poem. -Kylie M. Lynch
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