Rage

A poem about rage

Rage is such a greedy beast

The more you have the more it feasts

Chasing away friend or foe

With all it's consuming need did it grow

It's ugly tentacles wrapped around me so tight

Arguing, yelling, always prepared to fight

Then one day I chose to forgive

Something new was begging please allow me to live

Peace was its name and it had a new game

Comfort and everlasting peace it would give

Oh yes, we would allow this new thing to live.