Rage
It hibernates in the dark
recesses of my mind
starved into submission.
I keep it shackled
for if I were to let it out,
to be free, to run undeterred,
I'm afraid I'd lose control,
unable to retreat.
Taking me with it
straight to hell
where it belongs.
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