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Grating Words [Poem]
14 years ago
Words, words
They grate through my head;
Grating, grating
Until they fester like a wound
And fill my mind with feelings-
Feelings so intense and wrong
I ache at the wrongness
As though the feelings were a sin-
A sin of my mind and body.
I wish to purge my sin-
But I can't while they grate, grate
Grate at my mind.
How to free them,
How to escape their pain and hate
I do not know.
Show me how, and we could fly,
We could be at peace at last.
Grating, grating
Hating, hating
Hurting, hurting
Aching, aching
My eyes hurt, from holding tears
My head pounds, from such intensity
My throat burns, from biting back my screams of frustration
My stomach rolls, from hiding such rage
My muscles ache, from the tensity of confusion.
Grating, grating-
We could be free,
And I could fly.
Peace, at last.
If only, if only, if only.
--Me--