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Rage Lives Here

soft hands forbidden rage lives here fermenting in greed and hate too clever by half he knows naught conceitedly he postures tightly in control power mad untouched by pitiful cries a childhood denied forever haunted by what could have been

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Michelle Faulkner

Date: 8/3/2019 4:54:00 PM

Oh, that last line hit home, very stirring, deb.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 7/30/2019 2:34:00 PM

No wonder there is rage..some are so controlling and ignorant..sad but true to life poem, deb.

Deb Radke
Date: 7/31/2019 3:24:00 PM

Thanks, Vijay, for the thoughtful comment. Rage ruled my childhood and, as it does for all of us affected by its power, continues to color my life. Best wishes.