Uninspired by layers of life, that tangle my brow in deeper, aching furrows.
A knotted brow that shows, conceals, an angry heart and shaking bones, that grind and grate in the untamed furnace that is my rage.
Day to day my growing expression peels through the layers of uninspired life, revealing a growl in the gut of my brow.
The abominable frustration that cages my spirit, feasts on my rage, ...like some free-loading junkie that's hooked on my soul.
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