Poem: “I can”

I can feel the pain
of a sheet of paper
swiftly torn
in a snowy winter
impetus
I understand the reasons
beyond sobbing
straight to the piano keys
chords secretely clide
of a never written thought
they gush from hidden sun
among morsels of anger
and resentmentleftovers

 

 

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