Anger
.
.
.
Blood red daggers of
Rage
Sweeping over hazy yesterdays
Of
A Victim’s Pain
Pulsating
Again and again
Like a heartbeat
Spreading sin
In this world I live in
Why?
WHY?
Deep in meditation
I cry
Wave after wave
Of frustrated emotion
Rain down upon me
As I test the depths
Of my pain
A Victim
Of intentional falsehoods
That cut like
Knives
Lies
Torched my soul
Shredded my
Heart
Pain
Cruisin’ down the
Highways and byways
Of troubled days
So many ways
For hurt to knock
Upon the door
To my soul
This Rage
Blood red daggers of
.
.
.
Yesterday's anger.
.
.
.
Blood red daggers of
Rage
Sweeping over hazy yesterdays
Of
A Victim’s Pain
Pulsating
Again and again
Like a heartbeat
Spreading sin
In this world I live in
Why?
WHY?
Deep in meditation
I cry
Wave after wave
Of frustrated emotion
Rain down upon me
As I test the depths
Of my pain
A Victim
Of intentional falsehoods
That cut like
Knives
Lies
Torched my soul
Shredded my
Heart
Pain
Cruisin’ down the
Highways and byways
Of troubled days
So many ways
For hurt to knock
Upon the door
To my soul
This Rage
Blood red daggers of
.
.
.
Yesterday's anger.
