The Death of My AngerA Poem by Ally AnnA death from deep in my chestI woke up to the death of my anger, it crawled out of my chest loose teeth and twisted bones that never stopped hating the world that made it. It took my breath with it, familiarity gone as I became new, someone who felt alive in place of the pain that rested on my chest at night. I woke up to the death of my anger and I have slept better since.
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StatsAuthorAlly AnnAboutLately I have been feeling very lost, and it is comforting to come here and rediscover pieces of who I was and who I still must be "The world is trying to kill you. It is trying to do this by steal.. more..Writing
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