Anger
Anger
My anger burns with much fire,
As hot as a thousand fires.
The beast is much alive;
Ready to kill.
The flame has been unleashed,
No longer contained.
The flames do not lick my flesh,
For they do not consume me.
They consume my soul,
Yet not one hears my fury.
I scowl and seek vengeance.
Anger too powerful for the bottle
Unleash the beast
And burn the building to the ground.
12:01 am
Copyright © Dina Kramer | Year Posted 2017
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