Rage

The rage in my mind softens through words with time, when my poetry takes over, Like a river it flows, I feel it’s loudness in the urgency to take control, When I know not how to voice the truth I feel, It steadies in the stillness, It’s firm when it knows, Not through pure intelligence oh no, but through tapping into that divine zone, When my message can be crafted to speak To the masses, Then, It’ll be kind and firm to draw your thoughts to yearn, So what do we see today, The split of the conscious, unconscious and unaware, No it is not their fault.