The Rage
Out of the blue;
lightning bolt jabs, stabs.
Raging storm of vengeance;
searing in the night.
I feel the horror
of the violent tempest.
Vile angry tempest;
sky of black and blue.
A worse horror
is a migraine stab.
It’s the longest nights,
unending vengeance.
The eternal vengeance;
barbarian tempest;
predator of the night;
leaves me so blue.
It’s jabs and stabs
sre a living horror.
Horror of horrors!
unyielding vengeance.
Oh how it stabs;
the searing tempest,
of blacks and blues;
such is a migraine night.
Agony’s night,
a penetrating horror,
singing me blue.
A song of vengeance;
I feel I’ll die as tempest
continues her rabid attack…stabbing.
If I could stab
her in the night;
that rabid tempest;
she’d feel the horror
of my vengeance.
I’d leave her black and blue.
Oh how it stabs; that vile, unyielding tempest!
Oh the nights of such cold-hearted vengeance.
This storm of horror, gives me more than the blues.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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