Anger
poem by:
Shannen Johnson-Smith
Written
on Sep 05, 2016
Anger, it consumes us a whole. It makes us take on a new role. One of hatred and disgust. Nothing compares to when you want to self combust. It haunts your very self. Even those with pitiful wealth. The shear force brings you to tears. That feel like they last years and years. The change is immense. That leaves others in suspense. Letting it out seems right. But at the cost of others fright. Hitting, screaming and pain. All this, but nothing to gain. A rippling roar of rage. Finally being let out of it's cage. But what is truly the worst. Is forgetting who you were first.
Tags: rhyme, anger, deep, pain, dark, sad, rhyme, anger, depressing, dark,
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Sun Chaser commented:
Yes you sure said it well. It does feel so right at the moment. I have been there as well,thinking I had the right to unleash because of an unfair circumstance! But as you put it......at the suspense of others. Not worth the release. Such a difficult human emotion. Thanks for sharing!
