Virulence

A Poem by wuzzle

Seething, dark and twisted
Coiled within unsettled bile
Flushed lips, repeated pounding
Blurred vision made clear with ire
Mind racing, calculating, scheming
No peace in a dreamful sleep
Waiting, patience thickened by rage
Pain echoed, piercing and deep
Cold, hard, impenetrable
Fear cloaked in eternal odium
Never forgotten, never shaken
Only left to its own loathing
Settled without resolve