cope and seethe

[cold flame]

may you cope
and ever seethe
may you hate
and be diseased
may your angry frenzied hate
boil away the seven seas

[torpid nexus]

it's like a curse mumbled through gritted teeth, it is raw and burning. Although the language is a bit too familiar and internet-driven, the emotion is genuine. It requires a dash of creativity, a dash of calm before the storm. It screams now; it could destroy if it whispered first, then screamed.

[cold flame]

now i am not sure which is better

the poem or your review

pretty spot on

alternate version:

may you seethe
and always cope
riddled full
of rattled hopes
of gaping holes
in hollow soul
which swallow vim
and vigour whole

[calm trellis]

calm before the storm?

[valid pumice]

I'm think you're good. Impresses me.