Grasping To Th Steel Gates of Anger
alone i stand,
in the steel gates of anger
grasping to the bars
and looking to the other side
where the silver gates of life
stand in the moonlight
glistening over the steelgates of anger
the silver gates unlock the anger into the sky
where it merges with the color of the sky.
Now the steel is bright
glistening under the silver gates
white moon
and anger enthrolled sky.
Copyright © Jesse Kaler | Year Posted 2011
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