Bottled Rage
Inner rage at boiling point,
Fighting emotions, losing sight
Wanting to let go, dreading I might,
Bottling it up before it’s flight
Roaring and twisting, my tormented soul
Mind fighting reason, giving a goal.
Suffer in silence, or fight and lose all?
Sanity clawing, grasping the wall.
Too easy to kill, harder to drown
Inner most being, must think I’m a clown
My pain is my own
My mind it’s home
Here to stay
Don’t leave I pray
Don’t leave I pray
Copyright © Zachariah Higgins | Year Posted 2021
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