Our rage cramps the entire room
Tightening the air like cry’s
Loud and uncomfortable
Our ego’s vast
how do we stop?
it’s madness
at it’s
Finest.
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Our rage cramps the entire room
Tightening the air like cry’s
Loud and uncomfortable
Our ego’s vast
how do we stop?
it’s madness
at it’s
Finest.
This is a wonderfully intense poem; the jarring irregularity of the shape makes this visually interesting and the final double syllable is both a roar and whisper.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/dscoremans/
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