Poetry

Poem: “Anger: You”

And in the night you’re just a fly-by

Can’t think nor help nor wonder why

You’re a glint in the eye of disaster.

Do you cry when you know you’re not past her?

 

See her fluttering float by

 

Grab-at-your-hair-hope-to-die

Be angry at self, others, self

She should be gathering dust on high shelf!

Bright day warm gold clouds wisp by…

 

Beat at your chest with pain – die

 

Beg to the gods this pain shan’t repeat

Have you learned your lesson now, not to cheat?

 

October 2003

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