An anger poem. How does one control an emotion like anger ? What does anger do to ones mind and soul? Is there an answer and solution?
Anger
I saw it again
That anger of mine.
On a window pane
In that room of time.
And it came into view
For me to behold.
Its image the same
Nothing new….same as old.
I took cloth in hand
Tried to wipe it away.
But it stubbornly remained
No words uttered….nothing to say.
So I dropped that cloth
And it fell to the floor.
And as I was leaving that room
Anger now….on a pane by the door.
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An Anger Poem
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