I Am Fluttering With Rage Poem by Naveed Akram

I Am Fluttering With Rage



I am bursting when I am disappearing,
Powerful is the pulse of my hand and arm,
Pulling me in the chosen direction,
The lane of my troubles, the road of my ache,
That is boredom of the weak and dreary.
I am forceful as I speak, also very powerful,
For the crests of this avenue of endeavour
Protrude as my witnesses can testify.
Guilt and fluttering rage are relaxing my
War-like mind, tense is the guilty mind.
We glide as the mind does, swelling bones
Are the shooting success, an exploding rule.

The burden is stronger than the mind,
I am weak and you must surrender, frozen
By the icy manner of the weather.
It is anger that drives the mad madder,
Worse hearts abhor the weather as a tool
For sin, the tools of the telling, the tools
So fixed by rage and felony.

Saturday, September 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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