The elephant stood up high on its hind legs
And roared my name
He dropped and shook the earth beneath us
As he began to stampede
The ground opened up
Swallowing the screaming, fuming elephant
Anger
The elephant stood up high on its hind legs
And roared my name
He dropped and shook the earth beneath us
As he began to stampede
The ground opened up
Swallowing the screaming, fuming elephant
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 
The “BEAST” within seems , required, “SOME” out
to warn for distance, MAYBE, SHOUT.!
The “TERN” of Twist requires some SURE
like “Orphan”, ILL FED, “WE” want some more.
Thanks, for recognizing/ BROADCASTING… “THE STRUGGLES” !!!
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I like your comment haha, seems like a poem within itself 😉 Will never stop the broadcasting of struggles haha
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As YOU HAVE EXHIBITED “THE BEST MEDICINE”, (TWICE.), Your knowledge of how “salts” DRY a “wound” give YOU CREEDANCES.
“D”
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Powerful!
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Aaa-ugh, this is how I feel right now. I’d rather frustration slit me into half then let me dangle in this vitrolic, emotional mess.
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I get what you mean! Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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