Anger reaches out it its meaty fingers, taking grip of me, clouding over all rationality. White hot fury begins to melt my resolve, my willpower to remain here in time; forever fragile and weak. My mind tries to free itself but this rage is too strong. It’s like I’m stuck in a Tsunami and I cannot swim. I close my eyes, and let go. I give into the anger boiling beneath the surface and allow it to consume me. I am no longer

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