Anger.
Anger,
Full of hatred.
Off sounds the witches scream.
Loud,
Deafening,
Piercing through your skull.
The hitting blow of the wall.
Though no pain to the hitter,
No.
No pain at all.
Heat,
It boils in her blood.
Red-faced, you can almost see the steam rising.
Calm.
Slowly her breath is normal.
Though her wanting revenge is at the brink.
Who knows what she will think.
There's no turning back.
Anger.
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Poems Of The Present 2016 part 2
PoetryThis is the second part of the poems which I finally got inspired to write this year. Enjoy the 10 poem collection! All of the work in this is my own work. Don't be afraid to leave feedback
