Anger burns
like a wild fire
in his foggy brain
as he runs
through the street
making an impression
his face much
mass distorted
and eyes aflame
the big mountain
of problems
he carries with him
as morning as dawn
is alike
in some flawless way
afraid to bend
like a glass
about to break!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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