RAGE

Scribbling thoughts on a page

with my mind filled with rage.

I looked around with a thought of my own

wondering, was I all alone?

The looked at the still tree

on which a bird sat free.

Freedom! It struck my mind ,

was ‘that’ what made me blind?

Now as I lose everything that belonged to me

my thoughts turn into a deep blue sea.

I wonder if my rage will ever turn into affection,

“it’s too late” I tell myself as it has resulted in my

destruction.......