Anger
Anger
On the surface, eyes closed, hands shaking
Paralyzing, soaking through my pores
Deep inside, welling within me
A rising mushroom cloud of bubbling acid
I feel it coming, but by then it’s to late
A self justified burst of atomic energy
Sweet release, hits like a runaway train
Everyone around me recoiling in fear
Copyright © Nick Faber | Year Posted 2011
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