My anger is angry.
Its pain.
Its frustration.
Its irritation.
My anger is angry.
My anger is confusion.
My anger is past, present and future.
My anger's disappointment.
My anger builds
up and explodes
like thunder on
a stormy day.
Its fiery red.
Its envy.
Its greed.
Its temptation.
My anger's TOO angry.
Won't you please help me stop?
I'm a blazing volcano
that's ready to pop.
I know exactly how you feel. I have a ridiculously short fuse (I'm Irish ^_^) . And I love the metaphor at the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this poem, its a situation I'm often in.