Thread: rage

My pained heart is dark
Filled with despair
One cannot prepare
For its insightful mark

My mind is shaken
All hope has failed
All is forsaken
My heart now bailed

My heart once was flesh
But now is glass
My feelings once a mesh
Are not but a mass

All my fears
All of my feeling
My hatred searing
Yet my head clears

You the one I hold so precious
you the one that fills me with warmth comes to mind
My body, my soul, and my heart now bind
My heart melts relentless

My mind now found
My tattered heart is asunder
My thoughts now unbound
My self stops all maunder

Maunder: intransitive verb to move or act in a vague or aimless way.
This is about rage one may try to control themselves but all attempts are in vain, within a rage all is nothing, ones emotions becomes blocked by hatred and pain. But one always has someone that calms them down, and gets them to feeling their emotions. One knows what they are doing but are unable to do anything about it, and it pains a person dearly.