I make many mistakes.
Is that okay?
It doesn't seem like it.
I'm a bomb,
Waiting to explode.
I hurt everyone,
Because I am destruction.
I am the bold orange,
In a sunset.
I am the break,
In a heartbreak.
I am the death,
In a book.
I am the hole,
In a wall .
It feels as if,
Destroying runs deep in my bones,
It follows my blood,
Through my veins,
Until it has tainted every inch in my body.
What do I call this?
This over whelming feeling,
To be reckless,
To be Unforgiving,
Anger.
Anger takes pride in my body,
It laughs,
Because it know it has won,
The control,
Of what I think and do.
I am nothing,
But angers slave.
All anger needs,
Is a spark to ignite the flame.
Tribute to anyone who has ever let an emotion control them unwillingly
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
