The Brawl.

Since the last poem went over so well, here’s another.

******************

Frustration.

Words flow,

but meaning never comes.

Some people

fight

for the joy

of breaking down the

spirit

overly righteous.

Others

scream and shout

for the sweet

release

of carbon-dioxide

into the air.

Very few

speak

for a worthwhile cause.

Feelings hurt

egos bruise

Nothing ever

Changes.

******************

Feedback is always welcomed.

The ever-optimist,

~ Victoria Elizabeth

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