Anger Turned Around, By You Poem by Rhiley Anne Vincent

Climbing out the window
To throw rocks in the sand.
My face pulling upwards
A big scowl at hand.

The rocks fly through the air
Then shortly hit the ground.
Some have split their neighbors
That are no longer round.

Others sink into the ground
And dig themselfs a grave.
Now I am on a mission
There not many you can save.

It is anger pulsing through me
When will this anger stop?
It feels like someones turned up the heat
To boil a boiling pot.

But then I think about somthing
And ice blocks are throw in.
Yes, it's you that has passed my mind
I'm weeping from within.

Restless night will follow
These days I don't get sleep.
The image of you, in my head
Is all I want to keep.

But how will that be possible
If you, I hardly see,
Much less even speak to
Even though, to blame, is me.

All the blame rests on me
It is all my fault.
Just because I've closed my heart
With some big, rusty bolt.