eric sundin

) Anger (non-rhyming)

Lances let fly with hollow cheer
fall piercingly through trembling hearts

Swords drawn with feverish fervor
clash sharply with clanking clamor

Havoc visits in abject fear
with furor toward what’s within

Nothing allayed, just inflamed, blamed
Nothing averted or absolved

Rushing restlessly in darkness
reliving detours in to pain

We the unreflective rabble
avenging a phantom affront

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