The calm after the storm
is so lonely.
If only I had known, that it would end like this.
Blissful Anger
the danger within my temper.
Raging and foaming at the mouth,
As she quivers at the corner.
Oblivious of her fear
I try go near.
Never did I know How dangerous I really am.
I play it over and over
and all I hear is her wispher....
It is all over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem