
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
- Dylan Thomas
Seeing Red
a carefully sealed packet is torn
and rage presents itself as red -
the color of cliche, and ire deepens.
seething anger pulses audibly, drowns out
every smile with its infernal blare -
the drums of discontent thunder madness.
open, jagged slash across hope's cry creates
a choking gurgle and the thick, rasping rattle -
the struggle, dying in the night, too slowly.
Poetry by StillHoppin

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Written on 2013-09-04 at 02:38
Tags Rage  Red  Anger 




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