Rage
Existing blissfully numb and free
Embracing the rage inside me
Wrongs are right when you see one side
Self-destruction has been one smooth ride
The boat encumbered by his own masses
The phoenix drowning in his own ashes
The hero being stabbed with his own blade
Living each day to do what’s been forbade
Yearning for success and not serenity
Future of greatness yet bitter identity
Reborn amidst an angel of serendipity
Moved me to be the man I longed to be
Copyright © Chris Guaglianone | Year Posted 2011
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