Don’t bite the hand

A sourly look spreads o’er tha face
and beckons moods of ire.
Once summoned by tha shattered nerves
it sets tha world a’fire.

A scowl to ward off fettered foe
and warn of danger close.
Your anger shoots across ya face
and withers those ya chose.

But softly mutes those strings of pain
and calms your oceans squall.
Once where you screamed a vacuum forms.
A saviour to them all.

An errant spark ignites your flames.
Invigorates your fire.
So once again your feeling dive
and all shall feel your fire.

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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