I am a wave.
Those words, the anger, build up.
It keeps piling,
One on top of the other.
One thing after the next
Till that last push
That makes me explode
I come crashing down
Messing everything in my path
It may not last long
But it was long enough
To make me fall
After all the damage
I'm eerie and calm
There is nothing left
Once I've fallen
I'm down
It will be a while
Till I get back up
Till I fall again
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Journal
PoetryI like to just sit and write poems sometimes. So I just decided I'd put them in a book and see what people think and say about them. Positive or negative comments both help.
