Anger is a flame
That quarrels in my lungs
And licks at my brain
I feel it searing behind
My eyes
Its unrelenting grind
Emblazons my pride
All humility vanishes and
I'm let Loose upon
My inner thoughts of candid violence
Words words words
I beg to spit
And sneering teeth and threatening lips
Back me into a corner
I Dare you to try
From this anger I do not hide
Reveling in it, I cannot stifle sparks
That fly off my incisors
As I tear you apart.
But anger is shame
its an untidy dance
that is over before it
can be romanced
Anger is a bridle a
rusted chain
and once snapped
cannot be restored again.
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Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
