It’s 3:33 a.m., the hour when rational thought slips out the back door for a smoke and the walls start whispering dirty secrets. Fil’s got blood under his nails again. Not his. Not recently. Maybe metaphorical. Depends on who’s asking. He’s parked in a rust-coloured diner booth that smells like old eggs and last chances. …
In this blog post, I present “Rage in the Shadows,” a deeply moving poem that explores the relentless internal struggle between darkness and light. Through vivid imagery and poignant metaphors, the poem captures the essence of a soul embroiled in an endless battle, offering a raw and powerful reflection on resilience, despair, and the flickering hope that persists in the shadows of the human spirit.