Rage Inside

There is a rage in me that burns quietly in the shade.
A civil rage that require no fuel to ignite and burn.
it only keeps burning. Why? I cannot say but
I play a metronome to chain the beast.
Scared as I struggle to smother its flames.
Knowing that if I will lose control
if I inch too close the blaze will return
reducing my troubles to cinders


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