Anger

by Nargles

  • Poetry

Published February 26, 2012

In poetry

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The calm sea starts to brew,
It's vicious waves up on the sand.
A fit of fury no one can understand.
 
The fire slowly rising high,
Filling the air with black smoulder
Anger is starting to takeover.
 
I cry myself to sleep, a desperate plea
Why, how can I control
What is starting to take its toll?
 
The pain I feel, it’s torturing,
It is screaming out of me
For the whole world to see.
 
I crave the peace I will find.
One day I hope for serenity,
To stop this constant fuming.
 
Nothing I do will find me tranquillity,
For you make it swell again,
That eternal anger.
 
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XxNeverisforeverxX commented Comment · Mar 2, 2012

This is amazing!!! -you could become a poet if you ever wanted to-
xxx from you know who.


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Nargles replied · Jul 25, 2012

I know that you don't want to hear this but it reminded me of Voldemort!



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