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RAGE

A smolder, a flicker into being it’s born
It’s not a process for time is obsolete
A true ‘’pop out of the blue’’ like the saying goes
It’s trigger at the ready deep in our emotions
Rage we call it

Give it a thought; you could predict its path
A half baked prediction you will reach at
That I can promise you
You expect it but never know its true form
Like a smoke it smolders with no permanent form
For that’s its true toxic nature…unpredictability
Rage we call that toxin, a most suitable name indeed

I embraced it myself once or twice 
It was truly a bitter creation
Oh I still feel it; I still feel the poison ravage through me
Contemplating, I can’t help but feel a presence
The presence of a demon in us all
A demon of spontaneous rage

The victims a fleshy bulls eye they are
Invisible the damages appears
Yet deep the toxin runs
By it a man gets unmanned savagely
A woman left with nothing but shredded emotions
A child left looking towards a sorrowful future
Oh rage humanity’s self doom

So swift it comes and even swifter it leaves
An everlasting mark it leaves
A mark so deep, it’s a passionate hate
Such power there is no escape from it
The best of us have crumbled before it
And crumble more will
For that’s rage, a distasteful part of the human equation


An Original Composition by O. Aaron
                                                                                                           Inspired by my father’s rage

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