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Anger's Embrace

Anger curls its tendrils around me,

it envelopes me whole,

strokes me tenderly.

It forms an impenetrable wall,

a shield of sorts,

to keeps me safe and sound.

It takes all those blows

and hits for me,

protects me from my foes.


Rage filled screams,

cover the sound of falling tears.

Sadness sits beside me,

gently wipes my sea.

Anger extinguishes my fear,

avenges my tears.

Anger, the forever misunderstood friend,

with its roots running deep in anguish.

For Achilles did not drag Hector’s corpse,

without shedding a tear or two.


◄ Whispers From Death

Alone? ►


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