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[Triskele]

House not Home

Red spouts pour
From angry mouths
Steam rises angrily
From the rising heat…
Of the moment

Irrational fear, desperation
An outpouring, flood
Of pent up emotions
Flows steadily from minds
Long lost in spite

Hoarse thoughts
Emerge from winded mouths
The fatigue, drains
Until gasping for breath
you lie upon the beach

Thrown, after the storm
Only to glare again
As your eyes convey
The emotion, anger
Words failed to deliver

Resorting to violence
In your lack of communication
Lashing out, flaring angrily
The fist-hole in the wall
Shows red blood of your escape

someone please (stop) very rough poem(stop) needs criticism (stop) thanks (end)