Letters Of Send(rage)

Rage:
Heavy Drops falling,
Fists clenching,
Teeth grinning,
Under her chin heavy breathing,
Far beneath the concrete park pavement staring,
The grisly images in her disturbed mind like a looped video playing and replaying,
Every second passing her thirst growing,
Her revenge brewing,
Once upon a park bench a rage was growing,
Her bloodshot eyes and kinky hair under that torrent of rain assuring,
That whatever she decided to do next won't be something out loud saying,
And neither would be the intended means of her target achieving,
But then upon that smooth and deep voice hearing,
The one she always heard since she started loving,
His firm hand went to her shoulder holding,
Her broken self which went into his firm arms for hugging,
'Let it go' he started saying,
'Let us go' she finished saying.
My pen has bled so listen to my heartwriting.

By Allan M. Kiptoo

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