Rage
Rage
Twisting my insides until they burn, leaving only the cruelest lesson one must learn.
Clawing its way into the depths of my soul,tearing me open and leaving its hole.
Drowning me slowly with each passing day,any hope of escaping has drifted away.
The demon that lurks under the surface of me,my demon in time my weak mind will
set free. Causing damage that cannot be expressed on a page,for my demon is real
and his name is RAGE.
By: Angela Spencer-Holcomb
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