A Tirade Lost

Tending anger’s 

raging garden

 seeds lie

burnt and dire

 

Each fiery breath

a vine ensnares 

with thorns

of bloody ire

 

Tending anger’s

furrowed hate

with vehement

acclaim 

 

A tirade lost

within the rows

of dark

— unending pain

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

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