in the quiet corners of my home, troubles brew,
whispers of anger, like a storm overdue.
within these walls, emotions rage, untamed,
a tempest of fury, unspoken, unnamed.
each breath a battle, each sigh a sigh,
in the darkness of my mind, i wonder why.
no solace found, no peace to borrow,
in this labyrinth of anger and sorrow.
yet still i stand, amidst the fray,
hoping for dawn, a brighter day.
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