As I rise with Sun's new rays, a
Fiddle in my stomach whirls,
Feelings, like the Ocean's craze,
Every day these taunting twirls.
Censored Rage is freed, untamed,
Torturous and frightening,
Up away it steams, deranged,
Silently and lightening.
Tomorrow's day will bring with it, new
Overheating sets of feelings,
Raging, laughing, crying fits, that
Venom me from toe to ceiling.
And this be just the start.
Another acrostic, if you care at all.
