Anger
poem by:
Cierra Arrendale
Written
on Jan 27, 2017
Anger passes through me like a drug a disease The brewing storm within me leaves me without ease The darkest darkness forming, taking me to deep To rise again Or be your friend Or even just to sleep Wasted nights Empty fights Words without meaning Hollow echos in my head Locked inside still screaming One way train wreck To hell with this mess Stop the nonsense Grow a conscience Honor my request Stop the fight And my blight And ease my distress
Tags: sad, rhyme, anger, depressing, dark,
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Frank Hornby . commented:
That's the best way to get rid of anger Cierra........in a poem!......anger is a disease......Poetry is the cure...
Christopher Russon
commented:
I agree with Frank.nice poem Cierra.
