Anger

by Steven Beesley   Aug 5, 2005


Piercing eyes
The tempest brews
Tenacity versus audacity
Insipid words allowed to fly

Feelings to incarcerate
Views so overweening
Blows exchanged, tones condescending
Reasoning so penalized

Pathos lost and unforgiving
Peevish without sense, minuscule issues brought to life
All this strife is for naught
The soul is vexed, no penitence thought...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Anne Garcia

    whoa! WOw.. lotsa deep words.. sounds neat lol!