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Anger.
The time of the day,
it comes roughly now,
it comes roughly now,
the anger, the tears,
the emotional background,
that nobody sees.
Then voices are raised,
turning from hushed sounds,
turning from hushed sounds,
to shouting and screaming,
the heart patterns change,
from beats to pounds.
The doors start to slam,
and the rampage begins,
and the rampage begins,
the stomping on the floorboards,
is too loud to ignore
Plates are smashing,
windows are shattering,
windows are shattering,
my body can't control this,
the anger is fluctuating,
inside of my soul
Lovely Piece
Anger may work for you, because you wrote this amazing peice of art. However, for me, anger never solved complications I encountered throughout my life, because it end of the day all I have the predicument that I initially had... or even worse it may just escaladed to a great problem. I have learned to deal with each thing I face one at a time as I organize my life. My three year old son watches everything I do and say. He tends to emulate me from time to time. 'Anger' is indeed a lovely piece of work, and I can relate you from being tempermental a while back. I have realized that my growth from it arrived with paternity. Thank you for sharing this poem. It has been a blessing to read.