Torch
I fell into a rage of malice
my anger turned the pages to flames
and grew bigger, the blaze
wouldn't hinder so I continued with hatred
my heart burned, oh it hurt
murder was a stain on these pages.
Face it, I'm manic and can't stop writing
my pen feels enticed to write words to jump back out of this rediculous poem of run on sentences and try and bite me.
If I was you I would fight me.
Can't hold back any longer I need gasoline, ignite me.
Can words hold energy? If they do I hope I inspired you to become angry and find the run on sentences of my poem the remedy.
I'm no longer mad,
but I hope you are.
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