Rage

The rage fastens to my thoughts

Like a burning torch it ignites my amygdala

And sends me into a thrashing fit

*

My forehead is afire

My cheeks they are red

And fear sets in deep

*

Yes Lord it is fear

I can see that now so clearly

So if I am afraid

Console me

Hold me

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