Cold and angry


Words rage at me-silently from pages

Ink drops like water-spots

Tear shaped and unaware

They’ve torn free from bleeding vein


Winter wind stings in nostrils

Not unlike the cold and angry tears

I’ve dashed from cheek in protest

With arms crossed to chest

To protect

My warm and fragile heart



About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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