Anger

Just in an inane moment,
the concupiscence was lost,
the reminiscence haunted,
conscience bitten by frost.

Couldn't lose prevarication,
deluged was the whole river,
was changed in innovation,
cold, but heat was no fever.

The enamel was all gone,
can't take any factual,
wanted to break free and run,
short per se, perpetual.

Now fury ubiquitous,
my soul became inanimate,
what a conceptual loss,
could hold it, it wasn't fate.