The Mind of Contempt

The angry mind's rage that depletes, is small Destitute of thought, only illusion Its tethered voice becomes the screaming call Attacking is the only conclusion The dark impoverished mind is void of light Enters black, with no exit to be free Whether wrong or right stubbornness will fight Parched and infertile truth allowed to flee This rage will only speak to purity With token words spoken to disappear To run, to flee buried by impurity That once rested on ledges of its fear This blind demon of rage, deeper than pain Becomes master, it's yourself you disdain 2/4/18