Anger
High on my anger,
Flowing like lava,
Rage incarnate,
Regrets sure to come.
But who cares,
You don't,
If you did this would not be happening,
All you care about is yourself,
Plain to see by anyone with eyes.
Actions speak so loud,
They need turned down.
Rest in piece, I hope you don't.
I hope pain finds you someday,
And reaches you the way you reached me.
Copyright © Daniel Berg | Year Posted 2024
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