Rage

Location

3350
United States

A fruitless rage 

One without bound

Builds up a barrier 

Between love and happiness 

That is only overcome 

In our silent contentment 

To then be reforged 

By a shot in the dark

Ignoring the light of what is real.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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