An Angry Poem
To the thief who stole my happiness,
I want it returned safe and sound.
You have caused my heart to be tainted with the ashes
of scorned roots of the ground.
My temper has devoured all sense of peace
that my body and soul once knew.
My rage has taken off down the lane of despair
and there is nothing more I can do.
This is a poet's hour of interpretation
to seek all that he can find;
And the words will rise to conquer the thief
and win the battle of the mind.
Copyright © Sonya Marshall | Year Posted 2015
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