Rage
Rage
I graved the face of death
Dreading its final breath
Amidst its dreary brisk
There laid its stiff carcass
Dead was its torch and candle stick
Buried was its headlights in its pit
Withered was its flesh
Foul was its smell
Red was its face with weeping
Loud was the rage my heart could not take
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
08/13/19
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