Anger Still

Anger still Dwells in my head. Rushing rage Instead of quiet thoughts Those not laid to bed Ones none can quiet Pushing thru Shoving niceness Out the door Seeing red. A cold blizzard Filled with evil The only thing in store. Standing alone Hurting head Wrongs done...

Anger Mounts, Consuming Me

Anger mounts, consuming me No help in sight, it seems Not for me. Then, I turn about Then, I see A world full of majesty. Holding out a hand A love envelopes Consumes me. Not a breath I take Is it done on it’s own Or just for me. I am part of the universe That...

Why?

Why? You ask. And I give you The question why? Nothing is resolved Nothing lies answered. Only questions Why? ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2016