Rage

Rage

I am rage. There is venom in my veins.
Flames lick my insides, speeding up my pulse.
My hands, they shake. I am repulsed
By the catalyst and myself (the same);
That I’ve let the insult play me like a game;
That in this fuming I am so engulfed--

I am rage.

Overcome by thoughts that roar like trains,
That pummel me, erupt like fierce revolt;
That kick unbridled like a fiery colt;
That blaze and scorch and aim to leave me maimed--

I am rage.