I feel... Anger Unbridled rage, undying fury, like a wildfire through Rome I bring hell to those who have wronged me, sorrow to those who haven't, and death to all who oppose me Yet, I also feel love And pain And excitement But it always comes back to anger Those I love leave, those who love me die, and all I love must end The pain is always inflicted, rarely tolerable.... And rage always follows Excited for a new adventure, a new romance, a new friend, a new experience Yet it was all a lie The adventure led to pain, the partner a liar, the friend a foe, the experience flawed So all I have is anger
(Prose) This was a prompt on a very lovely website called Write The World. I thought I should post it here as well.