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This poem is about how anger destroys a person and those they love.

Burn

It started with just a hint of smoke, 
A whiff that made the nostrils flare, 
But raised no alarm.
It was fanned by every little slight
And look
And broken promise
And critical word.

No one noticed
When it finally caught.
The smolder now a flame
Licking up the wall
Of our lives.
It was tame, 
Controllable.
Safe.

But it spread.
It snaked its way
Through each member
And no one seemed
To realize
How it rotted flesh
And poisoned air.

It blistered
And peeled way
Our dreams
Our hopes
Leaving scars
And immobility
In its wake.

Walking cadavers
In a gutted world.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Sadig El Waad Avatar
November 7, 2014 at 9:44 AM
it'an ingredient of love, I think! Souls who meet are bound to separate and suffermuch pains!
Harrington Avatar
January 24, 2013 at 1:33 PM
Sadly this is so true. Excellent :) Tanya
Dietrich Avatar
January 19, 2013 at 7:47 PM
YES, this is GREAT!!
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