Anger is me,
A spark of bloodshot fire growing day by day,
Fed by those lies they told me to believe,
Used by those who needed my warmth,
A thing they play only as a joke.
And told me sorry when they decided no more,
But this rage still lingers,
Growing bigger day by day,
Left all alone without someone to stop it,
I need someone,
Someone to stop this fury,
Help me.
(4 April 2018)
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Slices Of Life
PoetryAn original collection of stories, feelings and thoughts that lingers around us and turned into poems.