Ahhhhhh!
There you are sweet rage
welcome home
sit
I want to feel your presence
your heat
your unmistakable noise.
I can't say I've missed you
although
now that you are back I feel
safe again.
I feel guarded.
Tell me; what did you see while you were gone?
Did the loss of me lighten your load?
or did you crave
the weight of my instability?
Not to worry old friend.
I don't want you to leave again.
I suppose you only went so that I could see
your true worth.
The value of your walls,
the decoration of your barbed wire.
Come, sit with me. Closer.
It is your hand that I hold now.
Swinging Rage. How Sweet the Sound.
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