Fury and Outrage
Myopic with rage,
Fury locks me in a cage,
Justice is not mine,
Full of outrage as I rhyme,
We were robbed of all our time.
Now I start to smash,
Feel relief with every crash,
Standing at the door,
Broken glass adorns the floor,
Still frustrated, I break more.
Feeling better now,
I begin to ponder how,
Anger comes and goes?
Why this is, nobody knows,
Changing tide, one can suppose.
Maddened once again,
This time I reach for my pen,
Let my feelings flow,
The scene, darker than 'The Crow',
Indignation full on show.
