Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter

Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from

Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

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5 thoughts on “Rage

  1. Push his limits if you will. Maybe think about something that makes you really angry and then try to have that emotion while you’re writing. I was angry when I wrote this lol

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  2. I wrote the yesterday chapters. Sadness, lost my father yesterday. I used his image in chapter eight dear Delia. Us, who love to write. Keep people alive with our words..


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