I wrote a poem called yesterday
but had to throw it away
It was my screams my cries
and all my anger
It was the venting with a pen
on crumpled paper
So sad so desperate
so not in control
one look at these words
there is a deep dark hole
But once the words were written
out the other side of my mind
a deep breadth then taken
peace and love be mine
I had no need to carry it
no need to fold it up
the transfer of energy
was all that was enough
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