Anger

• Artist: angelxofxpain
• Description: A friend of mine recently died. When I first found out, I was devastated. Later, I grew angry. I wrote this poem in that brief stage of anger to describe how I felt. I didn't want to be angry, but the more I struggled the more the anger took control.
• Date: 09/20/2008
• Tags: anger death

So abrasive, so adaptive
Custom made to fit your needs
Growing stronger, Spreading wider
On your sanity it feeds

Too persuasive, too alluring
Seeing red in every place
False attraction, true addiction
Crimson veil before your face

Lost control and lost opinion
Twine your hands with hands of wrath
Giving in and giving up
Anger seems to know the path

Comments

[Caffeinated Gir-chan]

My heart goes out to you. Do not suffer any longer, be in peace. Your dear friend has passed all of the pain and unease in this world and has acended to a peace unacheivable by the living. I have suffered the same many times, and I am here if you have a desire to talk to someone who understands somewhat. Your poem is beautiful; it truely shows your feelings. My journal is rife with heart-felt poems and a few accounts of my brushes with death.

[NadzSea]

If one of my close friend's died I would be broken.
It's so easy to get angry at a person every day just because of little habits or jibes. Control is the key but it's so hard, isn't it?