Indecision

May 29, 2012

Anger seethes within me.
It grows like a flower,
only ravenous.

It consumes me.
The more I despise it... my demise...

It hates me
as I hate it.

I seek control...
not of those who call on it.
not of times that cause it.
but of it.

It could be the making or breaking
Breaking... breaking.. falling.



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