Through My Veins

My life a prosaic cycle,

at times full of rancorous feeling

so profound

that I'm oblivious to the reason.

 

But then my behavior becomes

stoic in a matter of seconds.

Cool, paitient, and calm

With a chance of becoming transitory,

making me timid,

 

but penitent feelings course

through my veins

mingling with my blood

full of regret and shame

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[Frank F. Atanacio]

I can feel the words from this poem really nice really nice