Given to the rages of anger
Struck by a tiny note
Lightning in the air
Heartbreak in the wake
A moments glare
Bring me back
Back to the days of joy
Lead me to that memory
Of giggles in the dark
Dragged through the mire
Beat upon my brow
Lost in the present
Slowly dying to come home
A face that shows the wear
A mind that bares the strain
Anger is the weapon
Misery is it's foe
Bring me back to happy
Or lay me down to rest



dark yet lovely penning,











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