Futility Of Anger Poem by John Sensele
Futility Of Anger
Anger mostly serves no purpose
Agitating the brain, weakening health
Whipping your soul resource
Increasing neither your faith nor your wealth
But anger comes to the fore
To flatter a wounded ego
Breathing harder than before
Rummaging for room to appease the cargo
Pain and disdain lumber on your face
Struggling in vain to act brave
Seething beneath the surface
Wishing room increased in the grave
Anger opens
Lulling you to jump-start
Your journey to the pig pens
Where anger and its excess baggage depart.
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5/1/2024 5:33:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely and true. God made us with chemicals to get us angry and upset. Completely natural. He also made chemicals to counter those so we can counter balance. So we will get upset but the issue is what do you do during and after the anger attack. Thats the issue. I think