Anger

(Picture from the web is only for representation purposes only. Copyright lies with the artist.)

Wrought, with fear,
Taut lines, drawn near,
Cramped, feelings sear,
I feel caged.

Gossamer wings clipped,
Walls of Sanctum, chipped,
My dignity, stripped,
I feel maligned.

Now I lie in wake,
For reaper's sake,
Dressed in morose gear,
I await death.

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