One hundred and twenty
Poems published on this page
It is not my whole collection
But a majority of the rage

One hundred and twenty
Pieces of my art
Poured out onto my page
Each one my soul, all a different part

One hundred and twenty
Scattered pieces of my brain
I do not know where is begins
Or where the pieces will end

One hundred and twenty one
Poems on my page
It is not my complete collection
Still not a fraction of my rage