Cry till your eyes get bloodshot
Scream till your throat gets sore
Scratch till your fingertips get bloodied
Strip off your clothes and pace in heavy gait
Grip a body and shake it to stupor
Spite your mate in primordial desire
Let your insides burn with fierce flame
Now you are sober and the wreak stare at you
It may stare with frightened eyes
It may stare with eyes sunken by woe
Worse still stare back with eyes like flints
Then your heart churns yet you can't reach for it
Your eyes cry blood dripping on your palms
Your head throbs like the harsh drumming of a war song
Now it's all numb the world is coldly still
But you are falling unto a dark void bottom
Right at the bottom lies the maws of wrath
May God gives us the grace to know that anything that anger us is teaching us patience. Well penned. Thanks for sharing Al.
Anger can be consuming and destroy the wrong people. Nicely penned, Al. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
A good depiction of the ugly effects of rage, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem bristling with knowledge. Thanks for sharing Al. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.