The Cliff

Anger was rising and i was left with no choice but to hold it in...I penned this several years ago at the office, as i tried to refocus my mind on my work and away from the hassles of that day.



The Cliff


The heat is definite
Rising from within.

Seething with rage; cloaked in sin.
Murderous thoughts swirling
Through a confusing haze.

Slowly gravitating 
To this soul's rotten maze

A clandestine whisper
Passing gently in silence.

As the fire burns higher,
The more I deny its presence.

Once patience is consumed
And reason stands doomed,
The cliff poses a threat;
I tether at is edge.

With the darkness all set
And thinking no further...

I plunge forth.

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