resentment rests within me

Anger burns
steady and hot,
the way late
summer days
scorch
into the night
searing
even the stars.
I feed
the flames
a cold fuel
I’ve fashioned
over time
from small
bits
of my heart.
A foolish act,
I know;
yet, I cannot resist
the callow comfort
it provides
against
the anguish
of the dark.
(June 9, 2013)

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