Anger is my cancer,
embedded in my heart,
Pumping through my veins,
And tearing me apart.
Soul consumed with fire,
And embers made from ice.
Soon the coals will melt,
and the fire will burn out.
I will not rise from ashes,
Or sink into the ground,
I will be reborn, with new
Wisdom that I've found.
My brain will wrinkle more,
Gap widening with every fold,
Floating ever farther
Into space, alone and cold.
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