Crystals

I shout in a fit of rage.
My words crystalize in the air.
They break into sharp knives of hate.

I do not know where I was.
My voice is empty and lost.
Why did I destroy our union?
It is too late regret the attack.

I am in a self-made prison.

Once I had a strong love for you.
It is fading away far too quickly.

W. Wayne B.
Butterflies on my tommy!
© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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