I know this feeling of hatred I have
is unnatural.
It has no aim, no subject for placement.
It simply exists in my soul.
Violent reactions just barely leashed
towards strangers,
innocent bystanders.
Something unbalanced
lurks inside my mind.
A madman constantly grabbing for the reins.
He hasn’t succeeded,
yet.
© Michele (Guard) Markley 1998
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