I’m certainly not poetic. Yet today these carefully selected words stealthily got themselves out of my head and onto my notepad:
An untamed anger that will not cool down,
A moral hunger that seemed to have drowned.
Think you’ve won? Why yes you have,
A contest only for the malicious drive.
They appear quite at peace now that they’ve been given the light of day.
I am certainly not sure I know the meaning of the poem. Some time once you’ re willing to face them their strength already reduce.
I am not sure myself, YC. It’s these words that were conjured up in the middle of my mundane activities.