RAGE AND WRATH
And we've reached the end, you are left standing
in the lion's den, silently crying.
Don't know what to feel, you've done all you could—
I bleed in the field; I'll do what I should.
In the dark, we walked with a little light.
The days of no talk, we still stood as bright.
We have fought enough, both burned and broken,
knowing this is tough, our ship has sunken.
Let us swim away, all just to survive,
leave it all to fade while souls are revived.
Time is deafening, break the prison cell—
the awakening, or the last farewell.
I want to rest now, still so much to do.
I hope she stands down or fall with the fools.
This is who I am, rage unveiled my face—
enchanting demon, the skin I've embraced.
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PSYCHE'S TEARS
PuisiA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with heartbreak before The Muse's Pages.
