Reoccurring Anger
I saw it again
That anger of mine.
On a door window pane
In that room of time.
And it came into view
For me to behold.
Its image the same
Nothing new….same as old.
I took cloth in hand
Tried to wipe it away.
But it stubbornly remained
No words uttered….nothing to say.
So I dropped that cloth
And it fell to the floor.
And as I tried leaving that room
Anger still….on that pane of the door.
Copyright © George Yiorgos Stathakis | Year Posted 2021
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