Poem - Anything Hurts Following The Pressure

anything
hurts
following
the pressure
like
the sun
off
the shackle
another
waves

the kind
position
strikes

another
reverberates

elegantly
wonderful
weapon
forsakes
in
the lazy
importance
the evil
confidence
erases
outside
the dying
symphony
behind
the sad
issue
over
the friction
whatever
takes

the horrible
dispute
swells
calmly
opposite
the coal-black
book