.his Anger. Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins
.his Anger.
There he was positioned in front of the
reflection and through the eyes he senses
the hint of anger.
As he stares he yells,
hands clenched and his voice booming
through the walls of his room.
He yells at his stupidity and his insanity,
of his depression restraining him whole,
he yells at the reflection that's in his way
of what he really was.
Every word he's yelled he's inflicted
on his kids,
every dropp of anger led from abuse he's installed
upon marks of misery on his own flesh and blood.
He points a finger at this madman that stands before him
pointing back,
and tells him that he's nothing,
that his anger is overpowering everything that
he use to be,
that with all the people he should blame
for his unhappiness it should be him
His eyes tell a story of a lonely little
boy inside his depressing heart,
now a grown man with kids of his own and still
he yells in fright.
This battle on his own is slowly wearing down,
because inside he's losing what he had,
that even his daughter at sixteen can't deal with his
prescence being around her because he's so sad.
So he looks with the anger through his eyes he's dead,
but inside he's still that little kid,
so when he burns all his bridges down,
he's gonna be by himself instead.
Touchy subject but I wrote it because of my father.
Thank you for reading.
You have dealt with pain from both sides in this profoundly compassionate poem Tyease - and have produced a picture of both boy and man needing help and healing - - the fact of facing this within yourself is bound to have had effect and wishing you future writing of this sort - it is detailed and poetic throughout....10/10 from Fay.
Excellent exploration of an insane conscious. I was glad I was able to read it. You are definitely a budding young writer in a new generation.
Your poem provides great insight to what it feels like from all sides of the fence so to speak. Im sorry for all those who have been hurt it shouldnt be that way ever. I know how you feel and im glad you shared this poem.
a very touching poem and its real deep and full passion keep up the writing Elizabeth =]
nice....write deep and wow! what more to say! your frankness surprises me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 9:43:20 PM # 1.0.0
Wow. I never had to deal with my father being mad, because my father has disowned me for my 16 yrs that I been alive. I know this because I've been there when he's said to friends ' This is my son, or at least that's what they tell me.' The pain was so hard that I told everyone I met that my father had died in a car accident. But fantastic poetry. GOD bless you.