Rage is endless sometimes relentless and senseless. Rage in some sense is without essence or presence. Let’s assume rage confides and hides!
It lies abundant and dormant. Its silence consumes like violence! Some rage is just another caged page. Some an outrage that bails, hails and prevails. This is what I propose I suppose! Don’t allow it too boil or soil. Don’t follow, it’s hollow and shallow. It’s corrupt! Found profound as it rebounds and erupts! It’s bigger bound to trigger! Embrace this negative trace with inner-grace. With a grin, win this
race within positive face...