Anger builds up
Inside my limbic system
Manifesting itself
Into my autonomic nervous system
Tears build up
Inside my lacrimal glands
The pressure
Presses against my eyes
As the tears beg to escape
I run outside
Into the weather
Who cries with me
Massive amounts of tears
Run out of my eyes
And down my cheeks
While massive amounts of rain
Pour down from the sky
Drenching me in its tears
The weather cries with me
I scream
At the top of my lungs
Nonstop
While the weather
Creates loud chronic thunder
The weather cries with me
I go around hitting things
And destroying them
Venting out my anger
While the weather's lightening
Strikes trees
Buildings
And people
Destroying them
Venting out its anger
The weather cries with me
Are you writing about reality or fantasy? Control your anger because it can destroy you too.
I was taught by a counselor to always remain calm. I am better with that than I used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Any abnormality is a major stimulent for poetry. It may be anger, hate or love. Take care. Thanks
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