Jaymee Thomas Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

I Am Anger

I cannot see my face in boiling water, 
I stomp and topple lids, the steam escapes in waves. 
The roiling gas, the heat, and far more hotter,
is the hurt it masks beneath—the one that craves
a way to say the words without the slaughter.

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Crystol Woods August 30, 2024 at 12:42 PM Yess... as another poet also wrote, anger produces strangers in us and others... awesome first line!! Words to live by! Xo

Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2024 at 3:43 PM Love the imagery in this one. That last line was awesome. Congrats in my contest

David Kavanagh August 17, 2024 at 1:45 PM Your personification of anger is profoundly intense, it boils over from the page and scalds into the reader’s psyche, can it be suppressed without the need for slaughter, only if the will to cool off is there on both sides, powerful words, cheers David