Wednesday, January 5, 2011

B is for The Living Rage

[and it continues]

My rage could blow up buildings
The back draft pushes me against the wall.

It hurts
I am unsatisfied
There’s still much to be done.
Break up walls and block out the sun
Obliterate the world with my eyes
Till this rage ends all whom I despise.

No rest for the wicked
Still I toil in vain. STUPID!

But I can feel pain behind swollen eyes
I won’t stop till I get a release
Till in my living years, I could rest in peace

January 5, 2011
The Living Rage
Three Text Maximum
© tracy j h

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