Sweet Misery Poem by Kai Ford

Sweet Misery



Anger is a cheap emotion
Its currency worth nothing.
It festers and rots, like forgotten garbage on a summers day.
It disguises itself so well you barely notice it has already enveloped you.
You dismiss it as its venom slowly strangles your optimism and grows roots like
an oak tree.

Anger has the taste of the most bitter citrus fruit.
Crusted from years of unraveling and exposure,
Its flavor is addictive.
It puckers my pink lips as it moistens my palate.
I bite down hard on its juicy flesh
Liquid seeps from the corners of my mouth but I'm cautious not to be wasteful
I savor its familiar taste as its nectar rolls down my throat and magically into
my veins.

Anger is not me
though I crowned it my preceptor.
What's even worse is feeling our union was completely justified, all while
ignoring the strangling of my natural state of bliss.
I wore its invisible cloak proudly because after all, I earned it...right?
Never noticing, the days turned into months and anger was becoming my silent
companion.
I began to despise my resolve to become easily unwound when discussing my hurt
I growingly became frustrated at my state of trigger happy topics
And vowed to push against its ebb and flow.

So when I chose to be done with anger, and only then, I pried myself from its
alluring hold.
Trudged thru the filth and mire,
Crawled out of the tunnel of my emotions
to embrace the Light that stood to welcome me back where I departed from in the
very beginning.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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