The Cliff
Controlling myself as I stood precariously on the brink of exploding due to frustration, I turned my thoughts away from work and proceeded to write this. Work stress more often than not proves too much for me to take. Thank God for the freedom to express myself albeit through silent pursed lips.
The heat is definite
Rising from within.
Seething with rage; cloaked in sin.
Murderous thoughts swirling
Through a confusing haze.
Slowly gravitating
To this soul's rotten maze
A clandestine whisper
Passing gently in silence.
As the fire burns higher,
The more I deny its presence.
Once patience is consumed
And reason stands doomed,
The cliff poses a threat;
I tether at is edge.
With the darkness all set
And thinking no further...
I plunge forth.
Rising from within.
Seething with rage; cloaked in sin.
Murderous thoughts swirling
Through a confusing haze.
Slowly gravitating
To this soul's rotten maze
A clandestine whisper
Passing gently in silence.
As the fire burns higher,
The more I deny its presence.
Once patience is consumed
And reason stands doomed,
The cliff poses a threat;
I tether at is edge.
With the darkness all set
And thinking no further...
I plunge forth.
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