In rage I was born

Conceived at the back of my mind,

A thought arose

A small glimmer of what was.

With words heavy it weighed down,

All the good things that came around.

With doubt and questions settled,

When I couldn’t hold on to a happy thought

The undermining world meddled.

For some I was none,

To more I was less,

But to me I was gone.

So in that mind one thing remained,

In the pool of bad words detained,

In anger and rage a new mind born,

Trapped by myself and from the world scorn.

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