“Rage has done nothing…”

Rage has done nothing for me, though it must have
saved me from some nightmare, once. It must have gave
me strength, cause I’ve begun to keep it close to me

like a piece, hushed like a nun and spiked
like punch. When it comes I’m drunk, blind, strike
out at loved ones. Crack fist. Curse first. Out
comes the sun; heat, powder, gun.

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