A.J. Ryan

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Fight In The Making - Poem by A.J. Ryan

I clench my fists tight,
I feel fired up and able
To bash him with all my might
Like I bash my fists on this table.

His words hurt and pierced me
Like a knife that cuts one dead.
I breath heavy, slowly...and deep,
As I write a letter in my head;

Dear God, please
Let me smack him in the jaw.
I'm waiting, I'm teased,
Forget the parents' house laws.

As I pen this poem in rage,
I grind my teeth like hard rocks scraping.
I walk away from this page
Because there's a fight in the making.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

As mentioned in the poem, it was literally penned in rage. This is about a fight I had with my brother (details can be seen in the poem) . I wrote this poem as I tried to calm myself down in my room.

Comments about Fight In The Making by A.J. Ryan

  • Vipins Puthooran (12/23/2011 8:10:00 AM)

    Melt your rage like snow;
    Hope for the best now/
    An excellent poem))
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 5, 2012

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