A rage bellows.
Refusing to mellow.
Me and my anger,
Uneasy bed-fellows
I try to release,
Torments fleece.
But I languor,
Will not cease.
Wasted passion.
Cold frustration.
Misery unspent,
No sweet occasion
I am alone,
Worn to the bone.
With none to vent,
All I have known.
