Poking the Beast
Remember my temper
That kindles in embers
My Path of Wrath,
A wake of Ash-
As I'm boiling at my Center
Let hatred flow...
My Ire unfolds
Lightning crackles-
Am free of my shackles-
Against my Rage fire is cold!
*Any Poem Contest
~JustThatArchaicPoet
(Hope we're still cool, Skat. Best wishes) :)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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