Anger in words

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It’s so hard to put my anger into word. More often than not it’s a non-poetic type of emotion that seals itself inside my heart.
Once formed, it hardens enough not to be molded into something less intense and hurtful, but not enough to crumble into pieces when approached with a hammer and chisel.
Though as its washed away with my tears like rain upon a knoll, it drips away as dregs of unwanted memories into my subconscious.
Let me be and let my emotions be alone until they settle as level ground, not rising as a mountain in anger, and not sinking like a valley in despair, filled with a sea of tears in sorrow.

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I wrote this in a theatre actually, while waiting for the movie to start =P I'd realized I'd hardly ever written about my anger, and this still doesn't really qualify...

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bain's picture

you forgot the 's' after the first 'word'. you'll see what I mean when you read it. bla! =P

Clifford Duncan's picture

there is soemthing about it -- i like it alot cliff