Blind Rage
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My muscles twitch along their length
as words gain volume in my brain.
And my temper exerts its strength
spewing insults fraught with disdain.
When anxiety warps what's real,
the innocent suffer my wrath.
A blind rage distorts how I feel,
and it's not safe to cross my path.
Until anger leaves me alone
I can't begin to feel your pain.
For anger turns my heart to stone
and drives me completely insane.
Hurling hurts; I'm right in your face,
but back off on hearing your cries.
For love quickly takes anger's place
as tears begin to fill your eyes.
If I lose you, I'll have lost all
and thus flounder in sorrow's wake.
For I can't survive such a fall,
it is more than my heart can take.
(Quatrain)
1/23/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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