Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Anger

A little hurt,
Words cast in vain,
Sparks to roaring flame,
Unleash the beast.

Nothing is happier when wounded,
What better shield to my faults?
All the world is against me,
Fine then let it burn.

Ashen bridges have fallen,
Cheer has gone out of the room,
A sour cord has offended,
Wish I were away.

No better weapon to kill,
Friendships to asunder,
Would that I had patience,
Accepted my own faults.

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