Vortex - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Vortex

Sitting by himself
In a staid office,
Accompanied by all
The memories that
Have hardened him
Beyond reason,
A gnarled knot of
Repressed pain issuing
Decisions that routinely
Damage human beings,
A violent vortex
Nothing escapes.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer