Saviodsilva


Carol McCormick
Poem

A Twinge

A twinge; that's all
A slight trace
A mere suggestion
Just a touch...
Of the pain

Locked away
Shut off
It's not healthy

Easier
No fists of rage
No words of hate
No sorry's; no shame

After all...
It's just a twinge
A slight trace
A mere suggestion
Just a touch...
Of the pain


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