A Bottle of Emotions

Nothing erases hurt's scars
Imprint like death's grasp
Experience deepens the ridges
Like running water
Eats away paths
Cold hands of memory
Hold me in icey strangle
Amid a windy winter
I seek shelter
My frozen heart in pieces
Repair beyond reach
I am now friend to Reaper
Neither warmth nor succor
This vessel will harbour
Chilled spices of anger
Bottled up...
Carelessly positioned...
Awaiting to be shattered...

Maje Amin 201604240022hrs

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