The anger burst burns.
The anger churns.
Struggling to grasp control
I feel the anger spreading as it cajoles.
It is the fuel that drives the engine of my soul.
My hot sharp exhale
Is its noxious fumes
Its draconian exhaust.
Building and building struggling to be free at last.
The anger slithering beneath the skin
Has an insidious grin.
Waiting to take control
Waiting to express itself in ways untold.
The reflections of its malcontent
Signals its deliberate intent.
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EMOTIONS
PoetryThis a series of poems exploring a kaleidoscope of emotions generated in the life cycle of a relationship. 1. PASSION 2. SORROW 3. DESPAIR 4. DESIRE 5. HEARTACHE 6. ANGER 7. PRIDE 8. REGRET 9. STRUGGLE 10. ENRAPTURED 11. EUPHORIA 12. HURT 13. NOSTAL...
