INTENSITY IN POETRY

Head spinning
Race against time
Soaked in the power of red wine
Vertigo
Downpour of tears
Thunder shakes the house
Glasses shatter, thrown at the wall
Immense pain
Years lost
Who am i?
Frustration
Confusion
Intense
Bottled up fear
Letting go
Admitting lost control
Blindly
Waking up
To a new dawn
Finding myself
Walking among
The slivers of broken glass
Piercing my feet
No pain to be felt
Harder to admit defeat
Regain control
Fear set aside
Blood drips from her soul
To dance again
In the rain
No longer dazed
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