Rage.
It bubbles and boils inside of you
Until it eventually becomes too strong,
Overfilling and bursting out of the top
And trickling down the sides,
Till it reaches the bottom sizzling at the source of the heart
Leaving an unsatisfying taste in your mouth,
Forcing you to crave the the pain of someone else.
Until you make a decision,
One that makes you unable to recognize what you’ve done
And who you’ve become.
Rhyme
I have a dog
We went for a jog
Down by the lake
Until my leg started to ache
So I sat on a log
And looked at my dog who caught a frog
The frog began to shake
Leaving my dog and I in his wake
Haiku
We head down the path
Going into the darkness
Never to be found
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