An upsurge of emotion that makes me burn like fire
The foolishness, the fallacy of being egoist, uncontrollable ire
All sin I commit and still think that I’m always right
Nothing stops me, not any fright, not a thing on earth; and I never give up the fight
The color that accompanies it is always red
The devil takes hold of me, upsets me and often makes me very sad
Stupidity, absurdity, idiocy was never a part of me
But with anger, argumentative and stiff my opinions and stern my face, I see.
My intention was or is never to be rude
But oh, anger makes me a real brute.
From rationality, things change so fast and I move on to irrationality,
What I was and what it has made me- so blunt. Ah, such uncontrollable bestiality!
The undesired, unwanted retaliation, ignorance and deadly revenge
Gives me a tough time, all of a sudden my blood pressure increases and threatens my life to derange
What could have been better, never was
Friends dared never come by my side thus
Not a word of pleasantry came out of my mouth, peace was almost forgotten,
Now, with all despise and contempt, I’m living, almost dead. Wish I was never begotten!
Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS
6 thoughts on “SCREW ANGER”
You have with this poem proved me wrong, I used to think that men writing poetry is hilarious. There’s exceptions. I love this poem.
Hey Billie, Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it 🙂
i lyk d vocab..keep up bro 🙂
Thank you, brother!
This is fabulous!
“But oh, anger makes me a real brute.” Lovely words and great sentiments. 🙂
Looking forward to more.
I’m glad that u liked my poem and thanks for your lovely words 🙂
I’ll jump to your blog very soon! 😀