I Am Rage

In one of those manic states again where my creativity seems to flourish.

My mind goes numb as the rage builds.
It's like a wave of fire that keeps crashing,
Relentlessly growing as the flames begin to peak.
Feels like 10,000 fists in the air ready to march for the cause.
My hands start to tremble as the thoughts creep their way in.
Don't let me self-destruct.

Author's Note

Apologies if this isn't your cup of tea, it's merely an expression of a feeling I have had lately.

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

I can completely relate to this poems. It is very hard to control ones self when in the clutches of rage. Good write!

[dillonjensen]

Thank you for reading!