My Anger

· by · in poetical stabs. ·
Anger is a vile thing
Overwhelming our sane senses
Leading our souls closer to despair
Residing within waiting
At a moments notice it will grow
Seeing red, my mouth forms words
My heart cries at
How thoughtless I’ve become
So quickly, effortlessly
A pain-inflicting tool
I am ashamed
And sorry

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