Such Anger Dwells

 

 

Lost in reflection

Only the tick of the clock for company

Nothing seems to penetrate this blue mood

Each day merges into the one before and before that

Linger long in that bolted cupboard of the mind

Yell for release, or death, or both

Giant dreams are stuffed in, one on top another

Ignored for decades on end, on end

Rattle the doors, shake the skull insane

Leap out towing memories of much great pain

 

Copyright November 2013

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