Frustrated

My mind shivers in cold anger
And Words whip around tangling in upon each other
Forcing blind images of rattled cages and Shaky hands
as frigid wind brings a deathly howl and contrives a sinister dance between happiness and his alter ego
Who will win?
I do not hold out hope

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