consumed by darkness

across distant skies
winds bring clouds to show their rage
at dawn’s arrival

feeling the rage

even a shadow
feels the full rage of the wind
this cold spring morning

clouded emotions

an emotional outbreak

ever silent skies-
are often driven to tears
by thunderous rage

Our universe

now littered with stars
the rage that follows silence
consumes everything

blinded by rage

consumed by anger
even stars grow very dull
on this cloudless night

 

J M Lysun

A world of chaos

 

Locked in a jungle,
with no place to breath,
the journey becomes unbearable.
Gripped by hostile intents,
met by aggression,
tormented even;
as determination meets necessity,
rage with calmness,
in a melding pot of confusion
that refuses to flow.
Nature takes its course;
inch by inch,
metre by metre,
as desperation shows.
with no more than a glance of clock,
anger loses its silence.
Then the honking begins;
words are exchanged,
as the beast awakes,
in the madness
of the urban jungle
that is home.

 

J M Lysun

Anger

It comes and it knows no limit.
Unconstrained and rumbling it builds and builds.
Doom, devastation, senselessness sweeps as it erupts.
Full of wasteful energy, that crashes and smashes.
It cares not what it harms until it is too late.
As sudden as it arrives it is gone,
then comes the silence of regret.

 

J M Lysun

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