What is anger,
The emotion equal to the power of nature?
Is it a feeling or a force,
Or does it exist as something else?
It can be found in the relentless strikes of lightning,
The crash of waves upon the shore.
But can it be stopped I hear asked,
Can it be broken like the spirit of a man?
Only those with knowledge can.
Knowledge of themselves and others,
Learnt from fathers and mothers,
Sisters and brothers.
The key to releasing the hold of the daemon is what it cannot bare to touch,
What hurts it far too much.
What is this force which cripples anger,
The mysterious fury fighter?
If it were known by all,
Life would be much brighter.
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Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PoesíaSimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
