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.