Into my encampment. . .

anxiety and worry, Art, Blank Verse, Emotional warfare, free verse, hate and anger, Life, pain and suffering, poetry, Portraits

i rage and bellow,

coz of my bitterness.

I violently shake and shook

of my hatred.

Yet if I do try the best of my calmness,

then maybe.

But if I am still then i can be released

from all of this.

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