Thursday, February 5, 2015

a poem by Gary pelow author

Why now, this irritation, this new anxiety and fear, I struggle to find the end, I do not see it clearly, the anger is too much, I silently scream with rage, I sink i to the abss of fear, I seek only serenity and find confusion, such assholes are they, thes3 two enemies, certainly not friends of mine, just enemies that is all I have e er had, from. From boyhood rage, to the hatred from my sister, that evil witch,above me by only one year, with no special wisdom on her part, age breeds her ugliness, hate fills me as I think of her, Caroline, this bitch, not really my sister, just a fake imposter of family , I rage against them all, I will not bend to their evil, their betrayal

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