17.12.13

anger

how is it that
you ask me to
be silent?
how is it that
i am?
where am i going
to put my grief?
how do i turn it
to anger?

(there is another act, they say
but the curtain falls now
leaving us with
shadowed lives
masked hands
and memories
of double rainbows
in the fading autumn sky.)

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