Thy own animosity
Over beauty, it takes gibbosity
You're alone in your rancor
It keeps you in the same place, like an anchor
So easily, you grow livid
It's your attempt to make something vague, into something vivid
It's our natural attempt to make sense of something we don't even know
If we don't clench upon our anger, the gifts in life, forces of nature, unto you they will bestow.
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Author:
DeadDuck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was just a way to cope with anger and hostility, and look at it from a different perspective.
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