Sometimes anger takes over and destroys
Things we previously cared for, career
Everything on its path, no choice
What's the voice whispering
All lies, countless faults
Aggravating insults
Mindlessness
Mounts up
Release
Into
Cuts
Makes
Derelict
Mincing no
Words, pungent
Wounds lay open
Bleeding, can you
Add sugar to vinegar
Restore faith to a man
Chopped so fine with words
Stopping at nothing, your sword
Next morning, find him blanched
White, gaping open mouth, a corpse
Never again should anger be unleashed
Matters not, the landscape's a wasteland
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I would like to translate this poem
Words blurted in anger cannot be recalled. No matter if you're truly sorry the fact is you've cut him too deep with the truth of your own hurt. You cannot make amends as the phone line is dead.: -)