A Lover's Rage Poem by Waylon Harper

Anger led me here
Nature will take its course
An overwhelming force
Her eyes show no fear
And I seem so calm

Color me a bomb

An ancient tone is muttered
Recognition hits her ear
No word need be uttered
Perdition lingers near

To strangers it makes sense
Bathed in ignorance
The traveler knows the type
But he has lost his sight

She broke his soul
Now she has a hole
Anger gave potential
Love made it exponential