Anger is a virus
That needs not even air
To propagate contagion
Whenever it is shared.
Anger can't be placed in quarantine
To contain its vicious spread
For anger feeds upon itself
And burns a flaming red.
Anger is all consuming
Anger does not desist
From destroying sensibilites
In that haze of its red mist.
This is a really good poem David. Some people seem to be proud of winning an argument with bludgeoning anger. Having said this, I am guilty of losing my temper from time to time. All I do is scream a bit though. I don't lash out physically. I know first hand that I haven't solved anything when I yell and carry on. Keep writing! You are writing some good poems!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i WONDERED WHY I'M ON FIRE THIS MORNING Excellent poem your right, that explain's my anger, a well thought out poem Thank you AJS