My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Anger

It twists my mind,

It bends my will

The source is beyond,

I cannot be gone

Of it.

The red it surrounds,

The darkness confounds

My mind is distorted,

Her patience cannot be viewed

My answer remains,

You feel it better contained

I will not refuse.

I hate my hate,

Along with any execrate

My system, it's beyond

My reason to be calm.

Farther and farther I break,

The more pain I will have to take

Believe.