Demons Of Rage Poem by John Sensele

Demons of rage nibble at my serenity
When I harbor fiends of retaliation
For perceived, conceived desecration of the dignity
I treasure more than vessels conveying equivocation and provocation.

Demons of rage cloud my judgment
When I stoop to base emotions and notions
From which emerge shrouds devoid of discernment
Essential to the eradication of pesky predilections.

Demons of rage drive me mad
When contrary to my calm nature
I opt to make foes' toes sad
As blights of bother envelop their future.

Demons of rage derange lives of innocent descendants
When I jump on the bandwagon
That severs umbilical cords to penchants
For ambivalence while reconciliation opportunities fly away at dawn.