Remains of the Day
The time of reflection and the crumbs on the floor
Friday, April 8, 2011
Month of Poetry, Day 8
Anger
Some people,
when they get mad,
rant and rave.
Others, in a
fit of pique,
stamp their feet,
smash crockery.
Still others,
in anger
throw punches,
or bombs.
So why,
when I want to rage,
can I only weep?
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