Poem #02 ✮

02.📓

The feeling of rage

Went out of my cage

At a young age, 

We really go through this stage

Every chapter of books page

That's how we are made

Here's to babe who stayed

Hate and love type of shape

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gray

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

And you, my people, there on the sad height

Curse, bless, me now with your facade tears

Some friends could never be peers 

So I got to gather up gears 

Through the years