A Nipper Anger Poem by Ari Alsio

A Nipper Anger



The cheek full of tears
no one can hear
to chicken skin
hairs erect
unfortunate thing.

A lips sour
a full hour
and pale childhood
the howl of a children's choir
playthings are only wood.

Built-in stubborn anger
an eternity to hang
for child despair
until a helping hand to the mother
clean up the air.

Thursday, October 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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