Suffocated

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    Suffocated

     Like a wicked winter's day
    Your cold smile burns me
    I am frozen in this hell
    Your tone scalds me
    Disdain dripping from every word
    I am being consumed by the flames
    Your stormy glare condemns me
    Lightning flashes from your eyes
    I am drowning in these turbulent seas
    Like an arid desert
    Your cruelty smothers me
    I am suffocated by your presence
    You are burying me alive

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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