Rage
Rage
My rage, it expires
down deep to desires
but I must keep the fight
to turn on the light.
But the light is the sun
and surely everyone
must feel its effect.
Well, except if you're a defect like me.
Except if you deflect like me.
Except if you conflict like me.
Does anyone live like me?
Does anyone *perfect* like me?
Is anyone poetic like me?
Is anyone in pain like me?
Is anyone in disdain like me?
Light hurts my eyes
light hurts my brain
and I wonder if I can still tame
the beast inside me as it starts to roar,
and all the while the light shines more.
When *will* this hell end for me?
But peace has prices to pay
as I go to live with the fae
and fight on to see another day.
Copyright © Sylvia Lupien | Year Posted 2024
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