I stepped out
My head was throbbing like hell
Couldn't control my rage
Blood was in my knuckles , The cut was deep,
But no pain
I wonder.
I heard the ugly voices inside the house
Which once I adored to
No turn back?
Toad was empty and isolated
As usual
Suddenly felt the pain in my hand,
I heard the voices again
That's all.
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Dinesha Perera
I am a poet who is interested in in-depth feelings of the humanity.
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