At Anger’s Whim

At Anger’s Whim

This morning, I was swept up in anger
And I sailed through the world
Screaming the whole way
Toward the open arms of hate

Today was spent trashing,
Free of its embrace

Battling in vain against the vise
Of homegrown rage

With no lessons learned
With no bounties earned
Today, was but a sinful waste

Leave a comment

loftydreams101's

Keeping the world immersed in stanza.