Rage Poem by Sarah Whelan

Rage



Fire coarses from you.
Making silence crackle.
There are sparks behind your eyes.

The tattoo of my rage is deafening.
Its menacing rasp alluring.
I don't know who I hate most.
You or me.

Friday, March 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,hate,silence
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