Wrath
I was never one to curb my anger
when my heart gets close to danger
tongue lashings come as I let 'er rip
if it's in there, out it spits
lightning flashes from deep green eyes
thunder crashes once incised
the wrath of this consuming storm
not forecast in weather reports
after it has blown on through
once again, my sky turns blue
pushing away the clouds of gray
forgiveness always after the fray
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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