When it comes It burns with anguish, The deep dreams so far, So you can’t reach. Deep desires float away, How do I know? Ask me again… No answer. What is it you may ask? I don’t know. It flows with tears of hate. If only there was a cure! Why does it come…? So fast and furious, So mean and bad, Just live and it will come. Anger! It rolls off the tip of the tongue, Like the spill of syrup… On a freezing cold day, So slow, but stays awhile. It doesn’t come out like cleaning a shirt. It stays unless you… Treat it with hope. Anger! So stop! Anger! Why! Anger! It sends a chill up my spine! Anger! ---written by Kait |
