Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 20, 2007

Anger

by Raina

The days go by so slow,
as the nights seem to grow.
Drifted away by deep emotions,
lost in the waves of a deep dark ocean.
Sadness and anger begin to fill me,
wishing I could be set free.
Thoughts of anger control my mind,
I thought I could see but I guess I was blind.
By faith I suppose I was guided here,
to be trapped by anger and fear.

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