Untitled Rage

Eyes begin to boil. Rage Builds Inside. The rage someone has for you, returned with a watchful eye. Breath gets short, Tempatures rise. These hands of animosity, how could I bind? Cold sweat, trickling down a back, the silent screech, of a vampire bat, rings in an ear - all is calm, until the waking breath, comes the dawn. A casting flame in the mouth, a hint of ember - angers blood endouse. All can see the rage in me, the control in it, I must believe. For we all have these emotions, and we mustn't lose view, of the love God has for us, The love for me and you.I did this as a Composition class assignment. I had 20 words that I had to use in it. It was really meant to be a story, but I wrote a poem. (One that I got a D+ on for not following the assignment instructions.) but I worked the vocabulary into it, so what's the problem? Tell me what you think. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 07:34 AM PST   0 • 13