The wall
was rough
I felt I
was tough
Smash went
my fist
Didn’t feel
an earthquake on my wrist
Went again,
like in the films
Imagining
the heart heals after the pain swims
Who says
It didn’t
matter then who says
Anger was
meant to be addressed
Became
the medium for internal grievances to be suppressed
It doesn’t
work that way
Have to
stay with it till the time gradually takes it away
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