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Antidote to Rage

You seethe and you breathe
And you breathe and you seethe.
You are piled upon and buried.
Your well of mercy is emptied.

There might be peace, peace in fear
Peace on a bullet, peace within a tear.
Peace in blood, peace that seeps
Won by that which hatred could reap.

You are a coward and a hero
You found the middle path to zero
You didn’t pull the trigger.
Your infection can only grow bigger.

Will you die a bitter man?
Poisoned by regret to the end?
Wondering that if you killed
It just might be a better world?

You made room for God
And secretly doubt the whole façade
Kneeling and praying in good motion
Desperately seeking divine devotion.

You are confused and sad
Little things make you mad
Small child, grow up and ignore
Earth’s few things that abhor.

Keep walking among the ferns
Write your poetry, admire God’s patterns
Unclench your fist not so slowly
Accept your place no matter how lowly.

There is peace in love
And only in love is there peace
Find it in a flower, find it in a friend
Live out your life with a smile to the end

Happiness is better than revenge.

Comments

  1. SandyCarlsonJune 6, 2010 at 4:49 AM

    I've been struggling with some painful disappointment this last few weeks, so that last stanza read like a hug of encouragement. Thanks!

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