Anger

Wrote this when I was angry, hence the title.

Anger.
It ate me up inside.
Anger.
It killed me slowly outside.
Anger.
It tore me to pieces,
Making me cry and scream,
Making me fume and punch,
Pushing me off of the deathly cliff where I fell
Down,
Down,
Down.
My eyes became red
My face became blotched
As I tightened my muscles
And retched to touch.
I screamed out my problems
Waiting for the monster named Anger
To kidnap me once again
And use me for its own pleasures.
Screaming and kicking
And painfully crying
Tears falling down my face
Of pure agony and frustration.
I wished for the end,
I wished to die,
I wished for Anger
To eat me inside.
Anger.
It kills you slowly.
Anger.
It wants you to die.
Anger.
It gives no mercy,
No hope,
No heart.
Anger.

Reviews

[Robin]

very well expressed ~

I can relate to this poem, and i love it.
it's really good !! good job !

[Cynthia]

Whta a great Poem!! It's really true poem

[Im His Daughter]

ooooooooooo this is good, so good love it!