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War
by Vikki OwensIn my mind it grows and grows.
Fueled by anger,
entwined with madness,
utterless sobbing,
inexcusably weak.
In my mind the fury paces,
back and forth,
between fire and ice.
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You have wounded me,
in my one small spot,
my Achilles heel,
you have dug the tines in,
the fork of disclosure,
the resources of an invert,
the peaceful face
of a devoted enemy
in the space of a moment
you have broken my heart. 04/13/2009 Posted on 04/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/09 at 09:51 PM I really like the way you broke those two thoughts up. The second one seems to be very much about focusing that anger we're introduced to in the first half, with you just throwing in all the brutal, heavy-hitting language you can muster. It's really good stuff. |
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