Poezie

Anger

1 min lectură·27 mai 2008

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Anger has turned my heart

into a rusty piece of metal.

Mercy was defeated

and love has died,

without being a hero.

Anger has ruined,

everything that was built,

on the land of my being

and my anger has become immortal,

draining life from every trace of thought

I got left inside.

Mercy was so weak

or maybe unsupported,

but the loss of feelings,

was the greatest victory

that anger had on me.

There\'s no time

and no power,

to cast away this monster,

that imprisoned me,

into a pot of venom.

Oh, you anger, stab my dying nature

and set me free of you,

stop living inside this rotten corpse

and turn yourself into a spot of dust.

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “Anger.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/1784910/anger

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