I keep my feelings held tightly in my chest
My anger and resentment try to do their best...

I remember the ripe strawberries
And the crisp watermelon...

Calm and patient he stands
A view from a mountaintop...

Her eyes follow you as you pace your cage
The emotions have died...

You hurt me deep inside
Threatened to drive me insane...

Heart beats strongly
Burning with passion, love, hate...

Within sensations I flounder
Gasping in lungfuls...

In shadows I have watched you
Mourning for my sudden demise...

He closed his eyes breathing deeply
His pounding heart is clearly heard...

My world is gray, cold
I enter my broken home...

This is such a stange poem and it’s really...
Overworked again...

With long lists of names carved in the stone
The burial mounds of the defenders unknown...