Anger rushes through me, like a flood, like a storm
LiKe A bReAkInG DaM
Flowing,
I'm undergoing to its force
Flooding,
Past budding, it's a full flower
Moving,
Proving all my unknown
Beating,
Defeating my last soldier,
Cursing,
Reversinf happeir times
Breaking,
Staking it's claim
Bending,
Unending in it's wake
Supernatural
And at the same time
Perfectly Natural
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Good use of rhyme and concrete imagery in a poem strongly felt.