Quiet Anger
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Seething inside, filled with a quiet anger of betrayal.
Wandering around, not being able to control it's escape as it neutrally sits inside, waiting to pounce like a tiger wanting a meal.
Moving along pathways, tracing indefinite patterns, leading nowhere.
Sauntering down emotional lanes of sadness as if in a trance - a dream like quality with no relevance to observe.
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