Flame in the Oil Lamp(My Anger)

I got mad one day and this is the result

My anger is trapped and burning,

Like a flame within an oil lamp.

The infuriating flame

Burns through my life,

Which is dark and unclear

Like the southern night.

And in my night life,

There are few stars that are not covered

By black clouds.

But unfortunate for me

The moon has been missing lately

And has been replaced by my flame.

The flame has been growing

Because the oil lamp has a crack

And the wind has been blowing through,

Making the fire rage.

It's hard to stop the wind

As it blows into my lamp.

I wish I could trap the wind

And send it to another part of the world.

But I sense that I will not have such luck.

And the flame will keep building,

Until it finally explodes,

The oil lamp splitting open

And destroying all light in my life.

Reviews

[Bailey B.]

I changed the words around in this poem. It's saying basically the same thing just it talks of someone's life in general and not just me. I did it for a writing competition and it made it sound better to me.

[TawnyBlueStar]

amazing :D really like this
I see your anger through this

[Me]

Wow !! Bravo! Great write!