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About This Poem
Red Rage
The recess's of my mind,
are a mystery to me.
Come,
step into the wake of my mind.
I shall make you quake.
I do not control thee.
The fear I can create is untold.
Rage I can not hold.
I am on overload.
I know not what I do!
Uncontrolled .
Free to spew.
Unrelenting in my unwavering rage.
Rampant in my mind.
Red rage living in a cage.
The beast of me,
Is thee hell of my being.
Anger was what I was feeling
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