Rage (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for the all-consuming fire of hatred

Allowing it to burn my humanity into darkened ciders

Growling, I became a shadow, cast by my soul’s conflagration

Engulfing the light in your eyes

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2 thoughts on “Rage (an acrostic poem)

  1. You have no fucking rage in any moment in your fucking life

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