Nothing to say not in any way
All has been said
Then left to be
Easy to live with or diving down
Into pure agony.
Nothing can stop all these
Bad thoughts
But you can replace them
With something pleasant
Making your face into a huge smiley.
No, nothing to say
Not this morning, this evening
Not today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Tortured are the souls
I see
Writhing in pure agony.
No remorse can be seen
Only furious anger
Seething.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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