Anger Poem by david lessard
Anger
The hand strikes out...
A scream is heard...
A taste of blood in the mouth...
A smell of fear emerges...
The hand seeks to comfort...
and a voice is heard...'I'm sorry.'
The jaws tighten...
A sob, and salty tears...
touch the lips...
Agression hangs in the air...
As the fingers that look
to soothe...
Cannot be distinuished,
from the fingers that first inflicted
Pain...
And the five senses reel...
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4/23/2024 1:15:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
another good one i relate to you're poems..thankyou i'll keep reading. x