I Would Speak To You of Anger

If you asked, I would speak to you of anger lurking in the archives of the mind bound to things long past but still too real ready to explode within the things we feel as though the moment’s moment is still true to summon up the rage of yellowed page curse again its shallowness and pain wild stallions riding wild emotions range ‘til spent, in vented violence of thought cast again into that silenced pit of demons that will ne’er be exorcised but harbored midst the mayhem of a past. Small hands that could not grasp the truth of lies now lulled to sleep by anger’s lullabies. John G. Lawless ©1/3/2022