the anger
i feel for people
brings me too close for comfort
to close to death
the hatred
that breeds from
peoples words
boiling up inside
makes me too close for comfort
too close to death
my mind is hot lava
ready to explode
the anger, and hatred
is bottled so tight, i feel
i might spontaneously
combust. that brings
me to close for comfort
to close to death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW, great rythm, i love it.