Your rage's a fury that's all pain,
blight, and a plague of blood-red rain;
as though the wrathful will of God,
and sovran that one dare not trod
on, you're a hell that raises Cain!

And as a thunderous, loud peal,
and a thunderclap we all feel,
you're a hurricane that blasts the coasts,
destroying all that we love most,
and forcing us to shrink and kneel.

You're a violent, baneful squall;
that bodes misfortune for us all;
and you're an angry, perfect storm;
that's deadlier than the norm,
and worse than pride before a fall.

Ah, but behold! Your blood-red rage
now is replaced by God's writ page:
for though your life's one of emptiness,
you're still a work in progress
which will usher in a Golden Age!

Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-20 at 06:39

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Love is truly amazing and magic
and it lies on you! Thank you for sharing(,")

Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Y s, love can be a fire, an earthquake... and when things go bad, it can blight the lives of not just those directly involved, but spreads like rings in the water.
I enjoyed reading this, though it evokes mixed feelings!