a poem

i write off the cuff

about the anger, the hate

the words come too quickly

negativity won’t abate

the why’s, the it’s not fairs

they rule, they command

seeping into life

having the upper hand

the anger colors all

shading happiness grey

exalting celebrating

positivity at bay

poetry off the cuff

writing of woe, pain

sharing too much

feeling disdain


One Comment Add yours

  1. Judy says:

    I understand. Anger is like poison – eating away at our insides. Your poem is exquisite. What a perfect description it forms.
    One day, the anger that poisoned me began to dissipate. I was grateful when that happened. It was hard to live with that dark cloud. Thinking of you and sending a big hug.


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