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Anger rising up

no matter how hard you fight,

until it explodes.

You can only let

it wash over you so long,

bitter on your tongue.

Bite your lip but words

spill out like oil coating your teeth,

poisoning the air.

Some days you are tried,

and see no good in the world,

even if it’s there.

Maybe tomorrow

there will be sunlight in these

words, joy on this page.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020