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written by: The Quiet Quill



I am a web of anger,
A mass of tears,
The chaotic keeper
Of your darkest fears.

I am a brewing storm,
A towering wave,
At the pinnacle
Of a climactic rage.

I am the ache in your temple,
The knots in your back,
The tired, battered
And beaten track.

I am a tangle of tension,
A cinematic twist,
That devil you know
You should never have kissed.

I am a scrubbed out word,
In your neat notebook,
The troubled riddle
You hoped you had mistook.

I am a poisoned pill,
Creeping under your skin,
And that brand new start
You long to begin.

I am Worry.

The Quiet Quill

The Quiet Quill

AUGUST 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writer. Poet. Observer.

An open book with a few words tucked away. I have many thoughts to think and many feelings to feel, which I exorcise through poetry; my therapy.
The Quiet Quill

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