A simmering anger grows
in the darkness external,
internal. An impotent
anger, one burning
without consuming;
no flaming pyre, just
a barely scalded
mind, one more failure
when the fabric of life
should be torn apart, set
ablaze and engulfed,
to be redeemed
in its purifying furnace.
09.05.-29.12.2021
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