Su Ben Poet Free verse

Anger

When I walk a dark alley
swallowing my anger,
there was no flower of the season
that may soothe my ill-will 
or flow of time that would carry my animosity away,
except uncontrollable wrath within me.

Shoulders that carry anger were broken down 
from a weight of another tomb stone,
the dark cloud hanging on my head
coming with closed eyes 
roams to a horizon in a wilderness 
to find a victim for a blood offering.

When I was hesitating to step forward
from fear, 
thinking,
if my whole body 
filled with the tattoo of anger 
such as this,
[it’s strange]
someone sobbing under my feet.

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