Literature
Sonnet of anger - 7-23-17
Whether you are kind; whether you're evil
In the eyes of death, we all are equal
Death tempts us to challenge its wicked wrath.
We will fall, regardless of our poor paths.
Anger, in my blood, flows within my veins.
Many years of trauma, and untold pain.
The darkest of stories, best left untold.
Vengeance, a delicacy best served cold.
Hard to stay neat, when playing in the mud.
Hard to stay pure, when addicted to blood.
Distant cries, torn echoes heard from afar.
Sufferers acting that missiles are stars.
The evil within quite inscrutable.
Needless to say. Our world is beautiful.