Fermenting Anger


A typical twilight of sorts,

caught in my mind at this late hour,

twisting and turning my innermost,

sentiment towards power.

I certainly would go for wine,

a bottle of beer that I may be candid;

and say to hell with all the swine,

that plague this world like cancer.

Anger


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These are the days when frustration overwhelms me,

When I think of what isn’t, and not of what can be,

Forgive me for being human, t’is truly unhealthy,

This weight on my shoulders, it keeps getting heavy.

Days like this when I am caught in limbo,

My darkest hours, angry and ready,

I pity the fool who frustrates me,

For if I power I attain, this throne I gain,

It will be your head on my stake.