An Anger Within Poem by Chris Townsend

An Anger Within



Quiet exudes it pours from my heart,
This gaping hole, this pulling apart,
I shield my soul, as I see this glowing light,
I have run out of energy, I cant see the point of this fight,
Please forgive me for I know what I do,
This reasoning this heart pouring out, this momentary lapse of cool,
As this mortal coil wraps and holds me down,
I sit here lifeless, no breath to fill this void filled sound,
I look as if, I view a programme I have seen,
As this play opens before me, this callous and obscene,
A dark crimson sun shines the future in a prism encapsulated in a cage,
As I fill this deep scented moment, my cold unfelt, internal, burning rage,
I hold my fist to a place, somewhere I can scream,
I shatter this glass, I curl myself to dream,
For in the morning I awake, I hope to never see,
This crashing thundering rage that burns within me,
This person touches as if to say I am fine,
Little does she know the distance between her and my self made temperance line,
All this purple all this caged up energy of hate,
Please for god sake, let me for once hesitate,

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