My Angered Heart

I felt the cold rain splash my youthful face
To calm my angered heart
I enter this harmonious place
The trees, they quiver in the gentle breeze
The miseries of before I leave behind
A silver bird flies overhead
Weaving my life, thread by thread
The gentle flow of rain begins to increase
Chilling my bones, making me weep
I left this place to start again
Predestined to be unhappy forever, until the end
A beautiful face now calls my name
But when I search I do not find
The fire within me is lit again
My fury glows, confusing my mind
I continue to walk, going insane
As each year passes beauty calls out my name
I will never be happy, never complete
I felt the cold rain splash my wrinkled cheeks
I now walk among the dying weeds
Perishing slowly, always unseen

My Angered Heart

HaRaKiRi

Melbourne, Australia

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I’d been reading a lot of W.B Yeates around the time I wrote this, again quite a few years back. Basically it’s about growing old and never accepting what you have in life, always looking for something more until one day you realize you have nothing left

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