Rage Poem by David Miao

A little flame flickers away
Nestled within the heart
So it stays day by day
Never playing a part

Until the wind came along
And swept it off its feet
Then it grew, o so strong
No longer nice and sweet

A blazing fire raging through
Tearing all in its path
Seeking out the ones who threw
And drew down all its wrath

Lunging with a searing thrust
Striking nought but core
Withdrawing in utter disgust
At its very own roar