Anger

Anger short poem

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The wrenching and tugging in my chest
The anger rips at my core
Surrounded by annoyance and noise
Agitation drips from every pore

The slightest thing I bend I snap
My demon side revealed
As the anger courses through my veins
No calming voice appeals

The outburst leaves me hindered
Which is usual in this event
I never seem to have the time
To choose how I should vent !

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I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
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Shaun Fennings
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I liked your poem, Sarah. I like the style and rhyme..that’s how I write poetry, so great to read. I sense that was straight from the heart (or maybe head?).

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