RAGE: A Poem
I rage.
Over what?
The inability to cope,
With his disease.
He doesn't.
Over what?
The inability.
The inability.
An almost smashed cabinet door.
An almost smashed coffee cup.
At least inanimate objects.
At least almost.
They say when at the bottom,
Lessons can be learned.
Is rage the bottom?
When will I learn?
FLASH POETRY VERSION (10 words:)
I rage
He doesn't
I rage
He forgives
He forgives.
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