Rage

Alexander,
Like the weather
Sometimes calm and steady
And sometimes rough and violent.
That thing fights him
With nature’s strength
And hurts the people he loves.
He fights it as a fiend,
But this fiend has been a friend from infancy.
Always making him cherish the illusion
That those he loves be dizzied with delusion.
It blurs his vision,
And paints his climax much gloomier.
If only tears; would be the precipitous
Effect of his overwhelming emotion
And rinse his pain at times.
If only the chagrin disposition were
Seen for what it is –
Ignorance.

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