When Anger Still Remains
Throughout the lonesome journeys
in a place of numbing pain
From rise of sun 'till darkest hour
where anger still remains
No deep despair, no life regrets,
no peace, no love, no joy
No other thought this sad soul makes
yet anger still remains
From here to there, from East to West,
no mortal can retain
This turbulence, this firestorm,
this anger still remains
No rain, nor hail, nor waters vast
can quench this furious state
The future is tomorrow's past
when anger still remains
My hellish hate, my burning wrath,
my vengeance will be made
My every breath a cursed blast
my anger still remains
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Freebird986
I am really captured by your poem. The end of each segment whether it be, my, when or etc.. the anger still remains is a nice repetition to get your statement across. Throughout the poem, I felt calmness, a still resentment. Almost as if you feel tired from being angry all the time. All the times you feel lonesome or nothing at all, all you feel in the harbor of yourself is anger. By chance was this inspiration from inner dissatisfaction? What was your inspiration? That was my interpretation from it. Keep on writing, love your style!