Surrounded by my past, <br />I have discovered a lot. <br />I have discovered at last <br />The anguish of loss in my chest. <br />This anguish is all that I've got. <br /> <br />Surrounded by this gloom, <br />I only want to break through. <br />I only want thoughts to bloom <br />Like weeds by a foreigner's tomb. <br />He fought for the word, proven true. <br /> <br />Surrounded by this mist, <br />I have apparently drown. <br />I have apparently missed <br />The time that still runs through my fists. <br />My anger could burn it all down...<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-words-of-anguish/
