Fly Off The Handle
Should anger roar when I journey inward
questing for sparks of epiphany
to free myself from past ravages-
and accept this burden of unrest.
Off the handle, against my earnest will
as midnight rears fury's head;
I stand undaunted by ghastly thoughts
Livening this heart, I'm a raging hunter.
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