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Anger
I sit as an angry fiery red is seeped over me
my hands tremble and my muscles clench
the anger widens and digs deep
trying to make me believe
this is who I am
A grinch
But no
I watch this anger
I see it for what it is
A past, a conditioned mind
something craving to be indulged in
It lures me with it's judgement and arrogance
I watch
I watch
I watch
And as I watch, the anger is drained
and I come back
to the peace that will never change.
Do you understand?
Shakra is amazing isn't it?
EricaMay
well
one of my favorate things to do is use repatition as a device to smash the points of the poem like a brick into somones skull, however i liked the reversal you did with it good read my freind.
It's last life is spent tormenting your dreams-zombie cat
Beautiful!
Sage advice wonderful poetry devices thank you! I enjoyed this cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."