Anatomy Of Rage Poem by T J Morgan

Anatomy Of Rage

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Sharp darkness, enshrouds,
slashes,
nerve endings tearing.

A twisting river of magma,
redness floods,
past caring.

Craze fuelled by cruelty,
eyes narowed,
staring.

Glass slivers,
feel no pain,
uncontrollably wearing.

Friday, April 29, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: caring,river,staring
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