by Cynthia Jones

Created on: January 03, 2010

Rage

Some don’t understand
what other people go through,
rage consumes their hearts
their souls and their minds too.

People turn the other way
pretend the rage doesn’t exist,
they don’t feel the rage when it comes
at them with clenched fists.

Rage lurks in the darkness
it comes into the light,
yelling and screaming, it it there
when some don’t have the strength to fight.

Jan.3/2010

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