Tim B Poet Acrostic

Irritated Soul

Avenged never by bloodshed yet seeing red 
Never harming another yet thinking dark
Growing harder to control and feeling stark
Raving mad while pure rage unfolds
Yes it is taking over reason and rationality

Maybe these too will soon pass, be replaced
And yet love can be too late, without grace
Nodding silently to fury's haunting will

Letters he's written yet never able to seal
Ordinarly it's not his personality to steal
Serenity from those who are content
Eerily as of late he's been hell bent
Sadly, more so with every season

I've warned you now that wrath takes its toll
Tangibly irritating everyones spirit, and soul

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 1, 2011 at 12:28 PM Enjoyed reading the words that flowed from your pen today Tim. I hope you have a wonderful fun filled weekend and that you find miles of inspiration along the way. Love, Carol Tim B July 1, 2011 at 3:09 PM Thank you Ms. Carol. I will indeed be looking for inspiration, may you be blessed this weekend in all ways as well. "Write on good poet." -TimB