Past says final farewell,

To all things that make me unwell,

To all the hate I ever felt,

To all the love I never (held)

Goodbye,
and Farewell

I ask that you let my wings grow
and watch me fly, up, so high
I ask for you, not to call my name
for I won’t  be back
until I call ‘home’, home

Anger - a neverending
Epoxy of clashes and
Fueled efforts of disruption.
Anger - making itself known
From the deep abyss of
My core, my soul.
Beridden with woes,
Mournful sorts.
A secret to be
Concealed or not.
Anger - emerges in
Hellish tranquillity
Formed by the solid
Of lip - God-given.
Cursed upon the skin,
Trapped in enlocked fists,
Marking its territory;
Evidence of exposure.
Inflicting own life
To another, seeping into........