Fireball

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Fireball

There is a turmoil
that swells within.
Growing and building,
seemingly without end.
Name the feelings?
I cannot.
Containing this pain
is all that I know.
Flowing outward,
pouring forth.
An endless current
aimed at me.
When I am the pain,
I cease to be me.

Angela Minard 2007

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