Like A River After Rain
I felt it rising out of the corner of my eye
The plates stared at me
As if asking to be thrown
Anger seethed through open pores
Horns, sirens, noises agitated
Like the edges of Satan’s garb
Anger, tears
Always found their way back to me
Back to where the stars were blank
And our moon hollow
Frustration rose like a river after rain
If only the thick river knew my name
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How anger feels, what it looks like, what it does.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Good write K.
Anger can flood at the rainy season surging over its banks and carrying with it what ever lies in low lands. Powerful and deadly it is indiscriminate in its murky turbulent destruction and has no friends. Nicely written Katie
Anger can come to us all Katie but to my mind it is a place where you need to move on, put it in a box in your mind and leave it there.
Andy
Thank you Andy. Not me, just creative writing. I'm not an angry person by nature.
Pretty sure the river does know your name. Great take on frustration.
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