Twisted psychology
Jan 11, 2023
You are never the same after rage pulls you under
The day’s end comes close
The day will but never end
As I am angry again
Floating like black smoke
Like a vicious tornado
The words of despair
Have made me angry again
Once covering my ears
My shield of trust
My shield of trust has fallen
The quest for peace undone
Something however stands tall
My stone-like chest
My battle ready throat
My new language
My hate.
. . .
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