-30 DegreesA Poem by AnnaNo one loves you for your grit That goes unexpressed In the quiet of your room-- By candlelight and pressed deep Into the lines of your palms. The broken window Still glittering across the floor Mingling in drops of liquor; It all goes away The minute their eyes meet Your clenched jaw, angry fist-- No one loves you for Your leashed demons or Your controllable rage Banished to the darkness in Exchange for soft words. The carpet still has stains That sink into the boards below-- Every cup on the shelf Is misplaced and chipped. Neon lights through open curtains Draw attention to the dust And dirty dishes overflowing. Your grit is what you’ve got left And no one loves you more Or hates you less for What you’ve suffered alone. © 2024 AnnaReviews
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2024 Last Updated on January 26, 2024 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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