A Venom Called Anger Poem by Pierce Reichard

A Venom Called Anger



Poison my mind
And
Pollute my life.

Bruised Knuckles
Is
All you leave.

A stain
On
My conscience.

Friday, October 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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It's never good to get angry. This is what happens when I do.
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