By Dennis   

This growing fire,
This burning rage,
Is what is my life,
It's just another page.
To the end of the chapter,
And the start of a new.
It's far from fiction,
It all very true.
Steadily building,
Past the point of control,
I once used to care,
Now there's just a hole.
So I continue these novels,
Of this anger that's undieing,
I feed on this rage,
And leave no room for crying.
I let this anger,
Inside me feed,
Now the wounds that were left,
No longer bleed

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There was an event that happened to me in my life and I just happened to have a pen in my hand when it was on my mind.