There are moments when I’m dying to write.
But I know the piece I produce will hurt.
So I internalize, deal with my sad, repressed state.
Every so often I just want to throw things.
Rattle this cage.
Howl.
Roar.
Growl.
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| William John Huggins A Lion |
Unfortunately, I emit in other ways.
In rolling my eyes,
In offhanded remarks
In my looks of contempt.
Disappointment written all over my face.
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| William John Huggins A Tiger and a Serpent |
In the end, I hurt them anyways.
The words were never said.
But my language is never clearer than when I’m trying so hard not to speak.
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