Seeing Red

Seeing Red

A Poem by Y.F.
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A poem about anger

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Put out my flames of glory,
release me from my pride,
please soak me whole, completely dry
before I reach my tide.

My soul has run amok
through west, south, north and east,
upon it's back they ride so proud -
four riders of the beast.

It's time to pay the toll,
for nothing gold can stay,
I ask of you one final thing -
from way of wreath to sway.

And as I go to war
with demons from within,
I bare no arms and no cigars,
because I can not win.

© 2010 Y.F.


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Y.F.
Y.F.

Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)



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