The Voice of Rage
The mind enraged grows small and dull
Destitute from thought formed by confusion
To voice contempt with its self-righteous gull
To attack is the only conclusion
This impoverished moment is void of light
A deep dark realm with no exit to flee
Whether wrong or right stubbornness will fight
Parched and infertile truth, allowed with glee
Rage comes only with worthless purity
Token words shouted will soon disappear
And hide in shades of their impurity
To cling tightly to the heart of one's fear
Rage is a demon that feeds off your pain
Soon turns your master, yourself you disdain
12/3/18 contest Voices
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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