I'm seething
With anger rising
It is gushing
I'm flushing
I'm others blaming.
Things have gone astray
I have no say
My fuse is short
I'm in wrath caught.
With things irritable
I become irascible
I clench my jaw
I reach the final straw.
I'm exploding.
My good mind which is like nectar
Is smitten by anger's vector
My thoughts become foul
My whole body becomes foul.
The food I eat turns poison
I'm in a mental prison
In my stomach, knots spring
In me purity I can't bring.
Just a minute of introspection
Everything is of my own volition
It dawned on me pretty soon
With anger I'm farther off God's boon
To be close by Him
I should shed my anger's whim.
yes true. Anger is just one letter short of Danger...and that is very nicely depicted in your poem |
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You have beautifully brought out the reactions, anger brings on our body and mind! Anger churns our mind to a chaotic state and we whirl in the grip of anger! We then lose our sanity and our ability to rationalize! Though it may be a fleeting emotion, still it can wreak havoc like a tornado. A moment's silent thought may help us come out of the grip of anger! A 10 for this powerful write!