Rage                                                                                                                                                                     

There’s a rage that lives inside of me,

Not sure where it comes from.

There’s a voice that’s seeping out,

So I’m sure there’s more to come.

There’s an anger that I hid so well,

That demands to have its day.

I fear for the day it escapes

And finally has its say.

There’s a storm that’s brewing in the dark,

And it’s reaching for the light.

The clouds will overtake the sun,

And the day will turn to night.

There’s a reckoning momentous force,

That the human eye can’t see

But the day of release is coming soon,

And it lives inside of me.

There’s a day I won’t have the strength,

To keep it locked inside.

Once the gates are opened wide,

There will be no place to hide.

There’s a purpose, like all true things,

Of this rage in which I speak.

Justice in the form of revenge,

And redemption in which to seek.