The StoryTeller

Anger | Poem

The Red mist takes control,

Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.

A man completely fouled by emotion,

Seeking anyone to blame.

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This isn’t fair,

The mask worn,

Once denial was torn.

Limitless resentment.

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Linger in the darkness,

Fuelled by your hatred.

Ignore rational thought,

And give in to your blame.

The Storyteller

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