RAGE1 min 271 1 min 271
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