Gasping for calm breath
Igniting in anger
The wrath has come,
The wrath has come.
No leveller, no peace
I will take my time...
Solace will be mine,
Itching for ripping,
Bitching and scandal,
I must not react,
I must not react.
Too hard to handle,
Too hard to wrangle
I must not react.
But the wrath has come,
The wrath has come...
May all who cross its path,
Have mercy dispensed.
Ignition of intent
The wrath will be spent
And I am numb
Wrath unleashed
The reckoning has come...
Great poem!
I love the sense of resolve that carries through this piece. This isn't a rant. You portray the point after the firey forging has passed and now the tempered steel remains to be faced. Excellent write!
Thanks b! HugSS
Thanks b! HugSS
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