Heya! Happy Friday. Here’s a weird little short story about rage, depression, and a possible dead body. Hope you enjoy it. He sits by the window and sinks his nails into the arm of the chair. I walk by and smile, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling his vibration. “Today, the world is a…
Tag: Rage
This Constant Place of Motion
The words pass me by Zooming into the night Careless about their flight for freedom My insides shiver Rambling words leave my tongue How did I become so undone? A sudden fear takes over And I am alone again Then it’s the anger A rage swells within me Like a river that has grown too…
This Feeling of Defeat
My anger rages within me Screaming against the wind Trembling Shaking Taking control I want to feel again To live within the world of the unknown To strive To run above the clouds But I can’t My wings are broken And my heart is weak How do I fly with this feeling of defeat?
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