A volcano has burst
On the inside,
Feelings of rage and annoyance
Ring in my head
The power of Anger flares
Around the room,
And will stay until I win this battle,
A battle of words
And the battle carries on,
A battle between right and wrong,
Pushes and pushes,
Into the strong climax
The power of Anger bursts
Like a balloon,
And the energy grows stronger
Inside that lonely room
Words thrown back and forth
Bouncing off the walls,
But it will grow weak,
So it is said, later on
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
