Poem: Anger

October 3, 2012
By Isheba BRONZE, St Johns, Florida
Isheba BRONZE, St Johns, Florida
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Her anger assigned no loophole to peace
If froze her soul
She despised all
And she found fault in all

She was handed only the perfect setback
But her anger was hard
Too cold to bring forth a tear
And she saw light, but took none

Every defect consumed her
She was somber; lost in flames
Incense paralyzed her
And she was unable to vent tension

Anger weighed her down
It made an oath to stay
She sank into its poison
And was fastened by its chains



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