Anger’s Ragged End.

 

Deformity of rationale’s depletion of reserve

Cast derelict to the wind,

A vacant stare’s indifference states

A reluctance to rescind.

 

For terms spat forth in anger’s heat

Have cut the issues thrice,

So reconciliation’s overtures

Just cannot cut the ice.

 

To bake the cake of spleen so vile

Has soured the very meal,

And words of curt contrition

Now, seem trite and quite unreal.

 

Retraction treads a hopeless path

Offended ears refuse

And apology’s bland excess

Just infuriates to abuse.

 

The battle ground awaits you

As the bright red poppies sway,

Do you gird yourself for bloodshed

Or turn and walk away?

 

Remember, there’s tomorrow

Where a day just, could well rise,

To promise reappraisal’s hopes

…Forgiveness and surprise?

 

To hell with it Methuselah

Let Trumpets scream their din,

I long to sate revenge’s thirst

Make Anger’s War begin!

 

 

Marshalg

Approaching the ragged end of anger.

9 May 2013