A Shot in the Dark
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Rage (Poem)
Anger boiling through my veins
Causing my eyes to redden in rage
I see your mouth moving
But without a word
For there’s only the lowest gurgling
That can now be heard
© Copyright E.F. Rose 4.15.13
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