Rage :: German Sonnet
When one hurts us, gossips behind our back
we can't stop thinking about her what's told
were untrue; rage rise but somehow controlled;
Her words keep resurfacing, like flashback.
The toxic cyclical thinking we hold
are physically harmful. Study shows
unhappy mind brings stress; everyone knows
it linked to some diseases those unfold.
The stress chemicals we wallow expose
us to worse conditions, if allowed loose;
But, our thoughts are not facts, what we should use.
Why to believe what we think, that arose
Rage, true; let us not forget their abuse
is "real but untrue", rage lets unloose.
~X~X~X~
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