Anger

So the silence rages in your head,

You believe all love is dead.

Diets of bitter seeds fed,

This is life this is where you have fled.

 

Around you on eggshells we tread

Lofty promises and laughter shred

Blackened you have taken to your bed.

Opening old wounds and the past long dead.

 

Here I come with glowing smiles all clad.

You bite your lip, you believe you led,

To the undoing, love crimson red.

 Still to the demons of your mind you are wed.

 

Reviews

[D.C.Randon]

I agree with Angelink, I think that last line is the most powerful and thus my favourite. I like that it takes the struggle with this emotion in to the spiritual realm, as well as having it displayed out in the world and within oneself. Very good write.

D.C.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Over all I liked the tone that you took on for this poem.

[Southern Cross]

Very well expressed..portraying the tension "around you on eggshells we tread" suppressing the anger "glowing smiles all clad"..nice flow of words throughout

[Cre8nFrmWithn]

Your rhythm is so smooth with this poem. I feel like I'm right there experiencing the frustration and anger.

[Ken Simm.]

This fits together so well. Thinks of a cold rather than hot anger perhaps.

[Igor G. Balatsky]

And here you come 'with glowing smiles all clad'. When one is having hard times, the fortune's mercifully sending someone to share his loneliness, to release his pain, to win his interior demons. And now I am wondering if you are an angel.

[Leslie Philibert]

Enjoyed this poem, what I think is excellent is the inner tension in the theme,
Good poem, well written

[Manpreet]

Vow ! amazing work and beautiful expression. Great work!

[zero binty]

Love this piece. Amongst all the anger, you come along to shatter the anger. Will read more later.

[joshua deathdealer]

The rhythm is well place and I enjoyed the story. Nice work.

[*** Hey Jude***]

Such and appropriate title! Your anger is palpable in this piece, and I certianly can relate to several lines in your prose

Blackened you have taken to your bed.

Opening old wounds and the past long dead.

**To the undoing, love crimson red.

Still to the demons of your mind you are wed.

Amazing how people manipulate to get what they want. I am sure as you write you will confirm to yourself that you don't want to be around anyone that lives with such deceit. Nice flow ~ :-)