rage

rage

he hears the news,

silence.

silence in his

calm facade,

his face white,

but inside,

a storm rages

as thunder crashes,

a deafening cacophony

of noises.

his eyes see naught

but red.

he felt each of his

hair stand

as of lightning 

about to strike.

he felt a heat within

himself,as of

a forest burning.

and all this happened,

the minute before he stuck.

a regrettable act

he comes to realise

as the blood 

he sees,

washes all the chaos

in his heart,

now a steady stream of

the deepest blue

flowing through

a lush green meadow

and finally,

laying on the

damp grass

now drying in

the first rays of sun

piercing through the

blackest of clouds,

blessed rest.