Rage
It boils my blood
Becomes like lava
exploding out from a volcano
And I got all the spice
Burning hot
But I can't breathe it out
I am like a timed bomb
tick...tick..boom
I become a harm to myself
but I promise I am not a monster to anyone else
Be rest assured
I miss the pool
Dousing the fire
Drowning the seed of grudge
The only moment I feel like
I am floating on the clouds
- Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2022 07:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
Comments1
Wow this is such a vivid way to describe that rage that ignites in us from time to time. I love that “volcano” and “boil” you present and it really goes to show that anger in ways so real. This is wonderful.
Thank you 😀 I wish you a good day
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