My Rage Poem by mack thomas

Pile of anger is desperate to control.
A Lego building unstop just like a pile of rage.
Every nail piercing the soul and
The soul is waiting to cry out loud.
Scream, scream out loud. Scream the lungs out unstop
But without sound.
Release all that power has been sealed for so long
Every part of the soul has felt that pain
When the mind and heart cannot handle that power.
Destroys the flow of what was given.
Why why does it happen? Pile of anger is desperate to control.
A Lego building unstop just like a pile of rage.
Every nail piercing the soul
And the soul is waiting to cry out loud.
Waiting to be alone to vent every feeling
Like to break something. Unlock the seal of war
And wait for it to unleash.
Scream, scream out loud. Scream the lungs out unstop
But without sound.
Release all that power has been sealed for so long
Is it the way life is or just a phrase everyone goes through?
After things have become cold, the mind and heart of the soul
Slowly breaks, ring ring like a earthquake.
Move like a drunkard and know time is desperately
Running out. That is my story, my rage.