They hit me
An indescribable anger
Erupting violently
A volcano of molten magma
Sizzling inside
My fist of iron
Flying through the air
A jolt of pain shoots up my arm
It wasn't made of iron after all
If only I could continue my onslaught
The consequences a thinning thread that held me
From destroying the face of my enemy
The swollen purple skin on my knuckles
Burned like fire
Oh how angry I was
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
