Raging Soul
Rage the derivation of fury
I sit quietly, like a judge listening to his jury
Eternally stressed, I lay and think of what it might possess
Could it be distress?
No, it is my soul that confess
Eternally obsessed
The stage of my soul will never be expressed
Copyright © Stefania Marchetti | Year Posted 2014
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