When Anger Still Remains

by hawk45

October 16, 2019

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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Freebird986Oct 17, 2019

<p>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!</p>