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Anger
wronged again anger rises in me
like floodwater it pours
filling my streets and gutters
waves of rushing bile flattening
handholds of reason I planted
so carefully carrying everything away
to some underground sewer
dark waters storming
shouldering everything aside
carrying me down powerless
a sodden leaf past resistance
deeper still to this dark cavern
where pounding waves echo
my pulse my breath
here I tread water of resentment
my eyes piercing the dark to that
unknown place where giants wielded
sticks and oaths so long ago
here I pant for that small chink
of reason to wink from some passageway
lead me breathing slower now
up from this slime climb out
on a knoll beside a rippling lake
wash my face before continuing on my way
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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