I sat with my anger on the chair
We sat so long, I felt hatred so I said a prayer,
Then into space I began to stare
Thinking why was there rage and no care.
And there I sat mad and very angry,
To whoever that I met, or whoever I did see.
I sat with my anger now on the couch seat
No one did I want to see or greet,
I looked and I continually felt a defeat
With everyone that I passed or that I did meet.
I was angry at everyone that just said, "hi",
I wished that they all would just instead cry.
I finally decided that I sat with my anger long enough
I was so tired of its lies and its bluff,
Anger made me very weak and it tough
I got so sick and tired of feeling this rough.
So, then I decided that I would try a grin,
I wasn't going to allow my anger to win.
My anger wouldn't give me no relief
It greedily stole my emotions just like a thief,
Then anger told me a secret in disbelief
And it made the story so very brief.
Because of anger I felt sadness and shame,
But, then anger whispered that grief, was his real name.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem