Don't fight it
Don't use it
With your thoughts
Don't amuse it
Don't feed it
You don't need it
Don't keep it
To the dark wells of your mind
You must lead it
Drown it
Supress it
Don't let it
Come up with
Mud and water
Don't let it closer.
You can't calm it
You can't teach it
Don't warm it
Burn it
When it hurts you
Hurt it
Reach it
But don't hold it
Try to fold it
Into shapes
Then throw it
In a jar
And brake it
Swallow the shreds
To taste it
Tastes better with your blood?
Waste it
Spit it out
And keep it out
Watch it
But don't touch it.
You can't bear it
You can't take it
You can't make it
Weaker.
It speaks for itself, speaker
It eats for itself, eater
Catcher and coveter
Not seeker.
A pithy, rhythmical response to an age old emotion. You have a fine ear for poetry, Marton. You make your point with clarity and determination. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Yes, that is how you deal with anger, by using patience to silence it. Insightful.
oUTRAGE OF FIRE.............chilled by the mind over body...that's where anger came from.Beautiful writes Marton.
Nicely brought out Marton, fine use of rhyme delivers the piece well..on a topic most of us can relate to....well done my friend...keep up the great work 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poetic expression....