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When things don’t happen your way

When things don’t happen the wayYou want them to moveEgo, sitting on his throne,hurls the stoneAnd spreads The ripples of hurtAnger surges from the womb of expectationThe entire image of the world underneathQuakes, shivers, loses boundaries Anger is weakness. Anger is unworthy of a manIt simmers, flattens, compressed and unexpressed, fossilizedAt some innocuous pinhole, violenceContinue reading “When things don’t happen your way”