Rage, pounding,
thoughts hounding,
Screaming, hurling,
hatred swirling.
Black as coal,
a heart so cold,
in my little hold.....
Just one time,
one last rhyme.
I cannot hide,
or escape this tide.
Just one soul,
broken and alone.
So cold,
and my little hold,
cannot contain me….
Alone I weep,
I cannot sleep,
for fear this anger will take me.
For you see,
this cold,
in my little hold,
Cannot contain me…
