Memories of Anger

I remember like it was the day before
All those clever, well-crafted barbs thrown in my direction.
I remember the tears of youth unbroken by childish laughter.
The pain knew where to find me at the core of my core.
Left naked in a storm of scorn with no protection,
So long ago, but the hate lingers after.

Fitfully, vainly trying to stop up every hole
Before the hate finds a way to escape

And race down the corridors of my mind.

It will find the center of my soul
And there take on its awful shape
Only to leave a legacy of anger behind.

Trying to hold the darkness at bay
With self-made sunshine and lifted chin
But the memories of anger soak through me like rain.
I look back on memories tinted watercolor gray.
No true sunlight finds its way in
And the darkness of pain and hate swallows me whole once again.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

a brilliant piece Mike, jam packed with emotion. Well done Poet!

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I can feel the deepness and emotions through this piece. I like the last stanza the best because I can feel it more than the others. Loved the whole write, it's amazing.