Anger Shot Toward Heaven

A simmering storm
In my soul, swelling with rage—
A shallow sadness
Veiled by the clouds of passion—
Disembogues itself,
Drenching the dry vagaries
Of my mind, so parched
Through the steam and pouring rain,
Approached where the cold wind comes.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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