Fit For Anger

No surprises I
have reached
a moment mine
of anger replete.

I’ll try to carry
my cross my best.
But I boil anger
is from my chest.

Hold me now it
is a moment now.
My heart it hits
my ribs it pounds.

The voices they
rise up for clarity.
What is valuable
you do find petty.

A voice a hand in
dark conversate.
An opinion a mind
now let us debate.

I hurt I cry let me,
the vice of my eye
seeks a calm night
and soft lullabies.

My pulse extreme
I need a remedy.
That I keep just for
occasions up sleeve.

Skewed is vision to
say goodnight now
I must admit heat it
resonates a shroud.

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