Rage Bellows

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.