Pacing like a caged lion,

Until I’m enjoying this unseen

Rapturous side of my psyche.

Enveloping me, calm and collected.


Riding the thin line between

red fog of rage and sanity.

Getting “that look” in my eyes –

Eyes locked on target. Locked beyond.


Controlled rage is a tool,

A weapon to be used.

Gaging whom to use it against.

Everything is about timing now…

Developing the thousand-yard stare…


Five heightened senses now, awareness on

Uneasy edge. Ready to snap, to

Reach out and strike my target,

Yet ice still runs through my veins.


It’s a double-edged sword that can destroy me as well.


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