Rage, or
Gripped by rage
Even the
page shudders & shakes
A state of
being
Not a
fleeting mood
Unable to
find any legitimate outlet
Of my excess
of emotions
It feeds
back on itself
&
manifests as rage
Coz what is
the naming of emotions
Which precedes
thought
Is it really
rage
Or is it
that I just feel a lot?
Overwhelmed by
feeling
Might be
more accurate
& not
having legitimate outlets for it
This
Australian reserve
That muzzles
that suffocates
That doesn’t
even realize it’s wearing a mask
So fused to
the face it is
No the mask
is the most alive thing here
Beneath it
is empty people
Hollow people
Who make
this country
The loneliest
on earth
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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