What say you about anger?
That which bubbles and rises inside of you
Like mercury in the sweltering summer months.
Do you know?
Do you even remember?
Grabbing you and holding you like a leech in a swamp.
Draining all of your joy and pleasantness.
You've grown accustom to it.
You've learned to love it.
It feeds on your past memories
Only to nurture itself within you.
How long has it been there?
How can you be sure?
You think you are in control of it?
Oh I assure you it's quite the opposite.
See, It's anger that has its grip on you.
I say unto you, let it go.
Because surly it will not you.
- Author: King Joseph (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 22nd, 2016 03:02
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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