when is anger quiet
when does the burning bile of
rage go cold
instead of simmering slowly
in the background
when will the heat in the lungs,
the breath
stop searing and suffocating
like a mouthful of smoke
when can the war drums
in the chest stop beating out
battle cries of indignation
with the sticks of fear
when we riot
when we scream
when the weight of the world
reduces our bones to rubble
when we sob in silence
desperate to be free from
ignorance's easy violence
when we set fire to the atmosphere
and watch the fury reign
when is anger quiet
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collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
