The Myths Of Rage Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

Her passionate mouth, it twisted and spat
These threads of her myth, they were woven and flat
The fabric was coarse and horrible to touch
Impossible to handle, no appendage could clutch

The pattern was frenzied, the colors were red
The colors intense, my heart there had bled
The strands of history, stories not clear
A tale full of fury, no redemption was near

The facts were all covered, the truth was untold
Harsh strands of anger, illusions so bold
Certainty was draped and dampened with tears
Lines were all jumbled thus echoing their fears

The warp built of anger, the weft it was rage
The cloth, it constricted, a horrible cage
Who would uncover the love it concealed
Hearts ripped asunder, nothing would heal

A tapestry concealing their love on the stage
Nothing remained, save the Myths of Rage