The other side of resentment

Last night

I spit and I spew

My head tossing and turning

running through the day.

 

My blood boiled

it crept in

like a seeping foundation

on a rainy day.

 

Times are a changing

full of lies and illusions

betrayal hurt, deception

left out, forgotten, misunderstood.

 

I must get to the other side of

resentment.

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