True Desire
Anger and hatred seep through my veins like vipers venom.
It causes rage and anger like none other.
Not even the most peaceful monks can calm it.
What is the source of my ire.
The thing I most desire but will never acquire though it lies deep in my heart.
Wait to burt forth like a lotus flower
Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2012
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