Rage

Rage for the days I give away, the stage
on which I ply my madness, relive long gone
plotlines. War drums pound. My head like a sieve. I’m not

listening. I’m reliving some string
of scenes, fists through walls, made fun of, shoved
though a locker. I persist in schools
long shut. Running, lost, pissed, wrong.

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