Poetry

Rage...the first emotion

The anger I feel now
Is unholy and bad
This is how I feel
I’m uncontrollably mad

If I wasn’t stopped
By a voice from within
I’d rip holes in the walls
I’d kill and I’d sin

This feeling, it hurts me
Tears open my soul
Left, I am, standing
My presence not whole

I can’t live this way
I soon must recover
I can’t keep on hurting
Myself and some other

How can I live on
With all of my pain?
Why do I fight on
When terror does reign?

Proffer an answer
And quick I will buy
Give me a reason
Or tell a sweet lie

Do something soon
To release all my pain
Take action quickly
Or all is in vain

But, no, you can’t help
For the problem lies here
The problem’s inside me
The problem’s my fear



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