Redux
The unaddressed haunts the vitality of the future.
A boiling, hot mess of resentment seething right below the surface.
Repetitively protecting the external while the red-hot hatred burns.
The barely suppressed rage remains coiled inside.
Implosion imminent.
Eventually, it will kill you.
Originally posted on I Write Her 7/19/18
I Write Her 
You are exactly right! Great poem!
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Thanks so much, Dwight!
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You are welcome, Susi!
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I’m afraid that may help to explain today’s political situation (maybe even worldwide).
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You’re probably right, Pat!
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True that! Resentment is a parasite that thrives on anger…
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It certainly does, Val!
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Very powerful message Susi
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Thanks, Sadje! :)
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You’re welcome
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Burning like the old Olympic torch.
Eternally glowing, without a permanent home.
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Yes, it won’t ever go out unless we change.
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