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Wil Kavi

I am hurting

I’m not angry with you.
I am hurting,
and as usual,
I don’t know why.
 
I don’t know why I cry
I don’t know why
I sometimes feel
a burning bloody lust
to rage and howl
at the midnight sky.
 
I’m not angry with you,
it’s not as personal as that.
I’ve been disturbed
in some unhealed place.
 
I don’t know why I’m hurting,
I’m angry that its so.
If I take it out on you,
I’m truly sorry.

(2013)

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