Angry.
That’s an emotion, isn’t it?
Because it doesn’t always feel like one. It doesn’t feel like one right now. It feels like…
Like my body has become one with anger. I am anger personified
I am anger beaten into the shape of a human
being.
when
Will it stop?
The kind of angry that does not show in
shaking fists and harsh words, spat, slick on your tongue,
say something that will make it okay again.
But I can’t.
Not when there is no guarantee.
No, no, this anger is the anger that pricks your eyes with
tears and tears your stomach,
knife in the gut. Angry.
Lost
for words
waiting
what for?
Angry.
Wow, this is a really powerful poem, and beautifully written! I’m in awe of your writing skills 😱 x
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Thank you 🤗🙈 I just kinda had a 10 minute free write and this was the result! X
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Wow! A 10 minute free write?! 😱 Definitely even more in awe of your writing skills now! 😉x
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Haha thank you, I think my writing is better when it’s done quickly maybe 😂 at least I hope so for NaNoWriMo!! Cx
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Haha yeah that’ll help a lot! Sadly I don’t think that’s the same for me 😂xx
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I love this. It’s so well written!
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Thank you!! X
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