Rage

It wakes with a breath

A quiver in your chest

Which pulses your blood

Even at rest

Then the images race

Snapping into place

As faces of others

Flash in distaste

You may try to stop it

To quell it right as it starts

But the chemicals pump through you

And you’ll find it quite hard

You’ll clench your teeth

And curse under breath

But the feeling will stay

Your sanity kept

And suddenly you die

Where you once lived before

As the rage takes you over

All that hatred you stored

Actions before thought

By then it’s too late

Now all you can see

Is the one that you hate

There is no going back

No way to restore

The things that you did

In your moment so pure

I guess it’s on them

To now clean up the mess

As a daughter is taken

The price for a jest