Rage

RAGE A smolder, a flicker into being it’s born It’s not a process for time is obsolete A true ‘’pop out of the blue’’ like the saying goes It’s trigger at the ready deep in our emotions Rage we call it Give it a thought; you could predict its path A half baked prediction you will reach at That I can promise you You expect it but never know its true form Like a smoke it smolders with no permanent form For that’s its true toxic nature…unpredictability Rage we call that toxin, a most suitable name indeed I embraced it myself once or twice It was truly a bitter creation Oh I still feel it; I still feel the poison ravage through me Contemplating, I can’t help but feel a presence The presence of a demon in us all A demon of spontaneous rage The victims a fleshy bulls eye they are Invisible the damages appears Yet deep the toxin runs By it a man gets unmanned savagely A woman left with nothing but shredded emotions A child left looking towards a sorrowful future Oh rage humanity’s self doom So swift it comes and even swifter it leaves An everlasting mark it leaves A mark so deep, it’s a passionate hate Such power there is no escape from it The best of us have crumbled before it And crumble more will For that’s rage, a distasteful part of the human equation An Original Composition by O. Aaron Inspired by my father’s rage