The page, so clean
So white,
So sheer,
Sits before me
On my cherry desk.
Words come pouring,
Come tumbling,
Come smashing
Out of my shattered,
Inflamed heart.
The page: a “masterpiece”
A “work of art”
An “original”
Is what people see.
Me? Not so much.
Because hatred
And envy
And maliciousness
Swallow the distorted paper
With heavily layered vitriolic.
So white,
So sheer,
Sits before me
On my cherry desk.
Words come pouring,
Come tumbling,
Come smashing
Out of my shattered,
Inflamed heart.
The page: a “masterpiece”
A “work of art”
An “original”
Is what people see.
Me? Not so much.
Because hatred
And envy
And maliciousness
Swallow the distorted paper
With heavily layered vitriolic.
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