Anger Poem by Ragy Sandid

Anger



It’s in y our blood
It comes prepared with us
Like a flood
Waiting to attack us

Its t rigors
Are yet unknown
But its bigger
When one is alone

Why when silent
We still have it
Maybe not violent
But we stab it

It takes shape
Around a single nerve
That undoes the drape
Of the eye’s curve

And s words may come out
Or maybe not
But it is there, no doubt
Red hot

Sorrow may fade
But that one remains
It feeds on every deed
Its owner it disdains

Cure is control
What cure is that?
Just one soul
An infection is apt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Child 01 May 2009

Well; certainly full of anger BUT, I think it's a bit too long; 'lots of single liners; each one almost a poem on it's own N.B 'sorrow may fade, but one remains' surely 'sorrow fades though love remains' why not make this poem into a set of prose...?

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