[43] – Anger
Sometimes, with people you care,
There is
‘Quiet Anger’.
It is the type of anger
Where someone says
‘Leave me alone’.
And you yell after
‘But I care’.
And they shoot back with
‘But I don’t’.
The point where both begin
To care too much
And not at all.
This is the hardest anger
To forgive
And to fix.
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PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
