Serum
I feel a tremble in the lake.
I sense a warning to my mistake.
I hear a sound, rustling past the leaves.
Serum of feelings I forgot how to feel.
Scornful, I sit, behind lowered eyes.
Animosity to the world!!
I feel a quiver running down my neck.
I sense a strain to give in and forget.
I hear you mutter to yourselves.
Silent you glare, leaving me,
To walk alone, abject misery.
Animosity to the world!!
How can you sit so bold?
One day I shall strike back…
Ten-Fold
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