When your hands are shaking
with hot, pure rage
and hatred swamps your mind,
and you want to say
what you really feel,
do you leave your fears behind?
Do you scream your fury
far and wide,
or hold your tongue to save
a pathetic excuse
for a loving friend,
though you want to rant and rave?
Do you let your hatred
bubble up
or leave it there to stew?
When your hands are shaking
with hot, pure rage,
whatever on Earth can you do?
Author notes
No idea. Written in a math notebook. Lovely and cheerful, no?
Comments
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i do love finding things in old notebooks. as with many such poems, this one is quite good! i really like it.
...william scarlet...??
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Casey, every time i read your poems I am yet again amazed at your endless supply of talent. Well done William Scarlet. Well done.
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