By Andrew R. Duckworth
Unbridled anger only gives to worse
Like iron only gently put to flame
For a branding that marks the soul with stain
Until the day they pull up with your hearse.
But if a storm should come upon your shore
A little rumble is sure to come forth.
But if the monster shows upon your eyes
Look up and find your way to clearer skies.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 