Toppled Throne of Peace
As anger slowly suffers, grief withdraws.Though mending, Peace may not reclaim its throne.
This soul is still harassed by rage’s jaws.
The loss and tears allow this wrath a home.
No timeline can exist for such a fire.
Though mending, Peace may not reclaim its throne.
Such power lies behind this force of ire,
And still, I must move forward to survive.
No timeline can exist for such a fire.
The bitter pain reminds me I’m alive.
A fierce and tender longing starts to rise,
And still I must move forward to survive.
The self I show is simply in disguise.
I try to live each day as though not crushed.
A fierce and tender longing starts to rise.
Recovery takes time and won’t be rushed.
As anger slowly suffers, grief withdraws.
I try to live each day as though not crushed;
This soul is still harassed by rage’s jaws.
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