A man sitting in the dark
Like the dog who does not bark
Always ready for a fight
For he lacks any foresight
Thoughts of hate and anger
Never finding an answer
His sorrow ripping him asunder
To his rage he surrenders
His focus always narrow
A temper sharp as an arrow
His life ravaged by self pity
No peace in any city
So beware the evil man
Who does not have a plan
To deal with his pain
For to others he is a strain
No comments:
Post a Comment