You won’t see my back when
It chances upon me,
Or you. (What’s the difference?)
You’ll see my teeth
Shredding sweetly through
Illusory control.
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I must remind at times
The world’s woes
Are not mine to own,
Oh, but, the rage I would
Unleash for us… boils…
(I. will. fight.)
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So if it must harm, then
Let me pay Pain, who
Takes its toll each day
Without remorse, but
Seemingly with a
Smirk; (paroxysm!)
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I can’t help but rise, and
(AMPLIFY MY VOICE)
When, hunting the prize, I
Find resiliency in a pen,
Then, I’ll scribe: it is
Us who’ll feast!
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About the Creator
Nicole Oliver
Welcome!
My goal is to evoke emotions, senses, & feelings through the power of language. I am a Poet and writer, Certified Personal Trainer, & nature lover.
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