Blind Rage

A blind rage seething in your eyes
Boiling in the blood that flowed through your veins
And the haze of too many thoughts
Fading from the sky of your heart.
Your vision seems like the sun shining through
A thick magnifier, all the heat
And light intensified on a dot
Tiny but good enough to burn.
That same rage makes you keep your fingers
Tightly curled and your breaths shallow
Exhaled in rapid bursts, silent
With adamant lips firmly shut.
Your vision glows like water in the noon
After a hundred miles of thirst
And parching sand, like a mirage
Not far and good enough to make a run.

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