Rage

Ribbons tied to stunt the flow

Asking needle what to sow

Life without would be too dry

Pulsing veins approach the high

Drowning pools filled with the sauce

Crucifying on a cross

Prescriptions open doors of wonder

Troves of treasure ripe to plunder

throttle slammed on one way streets

intoxicated by the beats

Illusions of a puppet master

Overdosing to disaster

Love is rage that fuels the soul

The only thing that makes me whole

M.H. Bones

Author's Note

Is love but another addiction? Or something more.

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

This is very unique and interesting. I never realized that love and rage could be so associated with each other. You make sense of this madness and it's very lovely. Great job!

[M.H. Bones]

Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it! I thought the concept would be interesting to write about. Glad you found some enjoyment.