War
She asked for help
he willingly gave it
but she refused it
now he's rebuked
Probably should close it now
the door is one way
so nail it shut
move on, already
Straining boards
across the window
heated recourse
with stifling air
It's under the skin
itching for release
to be written down
right between the sheets
He never dreams
can't find the means
the whys and hows
angry world comes to blows
Tightly wound
so wounded deep
nothing is ever fair
and this bitterness never retreats
mathiasthom
written 7/11/14
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