Kikuyu_Black_Paws Posted June 15, 2009 Report Posted June 15, 2009 I do not like being angry. It starts a tiny bubble in my chest, That pops and spills a shudder Golden lightning fills my throat At first a glowing mutter. The acid burns along my veins, That came from bubble popped The shiver raises every hair Until at last it's stopped. My insides churn with storm enclosed, My fury thus no limit knows And builds and builds a creature's throne Where now my name is not my own. I love being angry. The creature quickly grasps my hand, And stifles my protest A fleeting smile, all teeth and nails It sets my speech to rest. I see through eyes I do not know, I hear with ears dark tainted And if I looked in mirror hung Not my face be painted. The acid, fire, and tempests rage, My face as white as inkless page I beg the monster now to stay And wailing cry to go away. Can't escape becoming Angry. When it leaves I'm left askew, My puppet strings are broke Legs and arms lay down unmoved On fire-burnt throat I choke. My eyes are streaming with the heat, My every muscles screams Latent images flutter by In remembrance of my dreams. I raise my face up to the stars, I must have wandered very far For the me of then is not there nor here Thus Anger is my greatest fear.
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