Anger
This seething rage consumes me,
Flows through my veins like poison
Controlling my emotions and body with no mercy
Leaving me helpless and feeble in my soul
Is this loathing one that makes me powerful?
Or one that endangers the ones I love?
For this is the real question
I wish to ask to the heavens above
Dear lord, what is this envy and rage
Which inspires me to do the unthinkable?
Damage, create, neglect and hate;
A toxic but indescribable feeling
The fire I have enkindled burns red before my eyes,
With a greater fury than I have yet fostered
My voice aches with the desire to insult with spite,
Yet my mind seems to turn away
This rage haunts me every second of the day
When will this chaos end?
Violence and war follow in its footsteps
But my unwavering anger does not bend.
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