A Tirade Lost
Tending anger’s
raging garden
seeds lie
burnt and dire
Each fiery breath
a vine ensnares
with thorns
of bloody ire
Tending anger’s
furrowed hate
with vehement
acclaim
A tirade lost
within the rows
of dark
— unending pain
(The New Room: December, 2024)
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