I Am Wrath

A poem from the perspective of Wrath.

I am burning alive,

Trapped inside this human hide.

Temperance torments me

With its will to wane my fury.

Little does he know

How quick I can grow.

Little does he fear,

And so – unchecked – I sear.

 

I am burning alive,

Trapped inside this human heart.

Here I smolder,

Growing older,

But always brighter than before,

For the flames in which I burn

Feed my starving storm of a soul.

Burning is my goal.

 

I am Wrath.

In silence I wait.

In all else I thrive.

I happily burn alive.

The End

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