Rage's Iron Grip

Among the boulders that gaze on with proud regard
When times are rigorous, having patience is hard

Water gently brushes the riverbanks over time
Blue river flowing slowly, crickets chirping in rhyme

The river's peace is disrupted, though, by the rain
Our babies are sobbing louder, battering our brains

As it evolves, it surpasses every hurdle in its path
Of ravenous sadness or the grasp of wrath?

In such instances, I find myself tearing up at the core
However, I struggled and failed to locate any doors

Clock hands are in motion, moving at a rapid pace
In slow motion, creep through the daily, hectic race

Appear weary as they watch the clock tick down
The bull broke his knees, and the farmer lost the crown

As I delete memories, I am reminded of the past
I had believed that all my history was cast

Knowing what adds delight and delivers pleasure
Will let the hectic, noisy swarm steal their treasure

Let me feel it in the punctured vein of pure essence
And practice a fire sprayer to indicate our presence

I contemplate until I'm numb if pain once raged
I yearned for the river as I aged.

Written: June 02, 2023

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