patchwork child

rage

words fall
blood begins to boil
hotter and hotter
fists clenched
tongue bit nearly to blood
to hold back the explosion
but sometimes it can't be contained
sometimes no measure could stop it
sometimes it's all too much
faces blur
body shaking
heart pounding
sweat dripping
like a beast has awakened
it roars and gnashes its teeth
it can't be tamed
forced into dormancy
but when it rises
it cannot be stopped
screams echo
voice raw
it hurts
pure rage