Poem-Fist

Here I sit staring down

At my clinched fist

Such force in the squeeze

Veins protruding on my wrist

To be noticed they do insist

 

Fist cradled by my other hand

I watch as it slowly unfolds

Revealing nothing

As air rushes through my chest

I am filled with anguish

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Poem – What is Hidden

What is hidden

What do I seek

What are the words

I dare not speak

Lurking in the shadows

These thoughts they creep

To fully explore them

They beg but still not a peep

Refusing to acknowledge they exist

Feels like the best way

To deal with this

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