A . T . Perkins
My Cycle Of Rage - Poem by A . T . Perkins
I can feel my Temper,
My chest ripping from the beating pace
my heart is trying to keep up with
My emotions - mans weakness.
Knuckles clenching white, I can fell my
My vision is blurred.
I won't use the cliche.
In the back of my mind, I know
it only takes-seconds-to
Destroy the rest of my life.
The thought of what could happen
scares me. The memory of what
happened haunts me.
To be free of fear,
To control it, is to live.
To break the cycle.
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