A chasm in my spirit formed
Through which my rage and pain now roils
Channelled through such rugged gorge
It churns and gouges rocky walls
With ill effect upon my soul

I hold on tight
This tiny raft
Upon the raucous
Seething froth
Ride the fury
Through the pass
All the while
Seek inward poise

For only then
Will ire abate
The rapid’s run
Is fueled by hate
While narrow walls
Are blinders worn
To keep my mind
In raging state