Anger In Me

Tears in my eyes
                                        raging righteous anger
                                            flow threw me like
                                                    high tides.

                                          Dam walls crumbling
                                                    around me
                                               Why can't I be free
                                                from the fears and
                                                     anger in me?

                                              Why can't I escape the
                                                  black abysses that
                                                yawn to swallow me?

                                                 Impending disasters
                                                  one after and after
                                                            and after.

                                                      Why can't I be free
                                                        of my inferiorities
                                                Searching for acceptance
                                                  that warming stimulation
                                                 of another one's compassion.

                                            Fuming helplessly and unknowingly
                                                     countless times endless lies
                                                         weakening my strives.

                                                            Thinking it shall pass
                                                            but still it stays alive.
                                                                   Oh how I pray
                                                                 Oh God! Oh God!
                                                      Clear these tears from my eyes
                                                             rid me of this anger that
                                                                          stays alive.


                                                                           By
                                                                    Jay Johnson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Reid-Hansen Avatar
February 18, 2011 at 2:25 AM
I love the last passage=0) Hmmm..I fear that we hold on the the illusion of control too often. Once we let that go then we will be able to exhale the anger that is inside. good write!
Erwin Avatar
January 3, 2009 at 10:46 AM
i like this. i can feel the anger...
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