AngerA Poem by IrishSaint0771
The anger grows
deeper it becomes me. it engulfs me. Just like the deeper a cut is to an arm Bleeding from every single solitary pore!! Cutting deeper into the heart of love, killing it slower and slower. as it bleeds threw. dieing and in pain. I BECOME NUMB! STOP! But the cut deepens within. Blood and sorrow everywhere. No one to be there. Everyone is gone. the anger takes over, the will to trust and love is swallowed! THE ANGER BECOMES HATE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! the anger reaches for the blade, STOP! But the blade gets closer and closer, cutting threw EVERYTHING! NO ONE AROUND! The anger is gone. and so is life. © 2012 IrishSaint0771 |
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Added on September 30, 2012 Last Updated on September 30, 2012 AuthorIrishSaint0771Seneca Falls , NYAboutYou know what they say about the Irish, Their language is slang and their bar stories are.... What was i talkin about? I need another beer. more..Writing
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