Anger is thrown
Far out the field
Of anguish
Disturbed rage
Recoils in return
Breaking the fine line
Bickering turned uproar
It was her fault
But his mistake
They won't stop
Until someone is hurt
Show them the damaged heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is never room for anger but it always seems to squeeze it's way into our life. When it has finished it's course it goes about it's way leaving nothing but destruction. A worthy write.