Flight Of Anger
In tearing silence, I watch the rain, Drowning out the sound, A sound of silence. Borned of desperation. Leaving an empty, That has no bottom. A feel of alone. Tearing at the walls, Of mistrust, And misunderstandings. Fingernails chipped, Fingers bleeding. Add your blood to the rain. Lift your heart to the Goddess. Make your voice thunder. Let loose youe anger. Even the Banshee's has less voice, Than the lash of anger, Thrown out into a storm. Let the storm eat it up, Then walk on. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 05:16 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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