Ravaged by the world
I hide in the shadows
a mere whisper
in a world of similar souls...
It is so easy to stand by
and let anger consume you
Yet so difficult to articulate
the emotion into concise words...
The world in its entirety
shrinks until it exists in finite space
an air bubble perfectly proportioned
encapsulating that one conversation...
Memory so faint
I barely know what I say
Anger makes me whisper incoherently
and the ravaged becomes the ravager...
Best,
Angela Archana Vincent
