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Anger

Anger

The anger i feel is turning the tide,
ripping and roaring at the man inside.
It shouts and screams and wont let go,
grabbing and pinching, its taking control.

I look in the mirror and don't Β know what i see,
is this monstrosity really me,
blood boiling, head a flame,Β 
so much hate, so much blame.

With no where to go it rises up
pleading and begging for me to errupt
"just count to ten, and it will go away
don't let this rage get out, don't let it escape."

How long can i keep it down,
let these emotions ricochet arround.
building and building getting stronger,
i don't think i can do for this much longer.

I'll explode in an uncontrollable way,Β 
I hope that nobody sees this day.
for my anger is far too great,
I need to be rid of it, before it's too late.

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Simon Burns

thank you very much really appreciate it :) xx

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Georgina Richardson

I love this one it says it all doesn`t it?! I`ve also written one called ANGER too, although it`s not as good as this one.

Well done for an enjoyable piece of well written and beautifully well thought through poetry, you are obviously very talented.

God bless

G xx

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Simon Burns

Thank you for your kind words i really appreciate it :) xx

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