A passion called fury

by sheelsdevi
A dilated look and a suppressed feel:
Undiluted fury seeping past the veins.
Transgression withters in decoded views,
Transmitting anger in slow paced motion.
Rhyme and reason fail to accomplish
Reign in anger's unbridled couch.
Cheeks bubble up to accomodate,
Heap of passion's venomous air
Expletives flies easily out,
Explanations fail to acquire access.
Strained veins and blood shot eyes,
Sprain the mindset to a crippled form.
Passion turns to fits of fury:
Pacifying seems an herculean task .
Gains nothing still loses lots
Pain is all that it leaves behind.
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purpletears

purpletears

May 27, 2016 - 15:23 Nice one!
sheelsdevi

sheelsdevi

May 27, 2016 - 16:11 Thanks friend

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