A Tirade Lost Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Tirade Lost

Tending anger's
raging garden
seeds lie
burnt and dire

Each fiery breath
a vine ensnares
with thorns
of bloody ire

Tending anger's
furrowed hate
with vehement
acclaim

A tirade lost
within the rows
of dark
— unending pain

(The New Room: December,2024)

Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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