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Thursday, April 30, 2020

Poem- “The Anger”

“The Anger”

We don’t shower inside our heads.
Anger is ripped beneath the vein.
Too much happens for little response.
Extensive measures keep flowing into madness.
Dreams to eyes, food to mouth, the consequences rise.
People do more than everybody lives on.
Increases to disorderly fashion where fortunes are founded in waste.
Features over insanity- slogans to rags, anything but purple.
Conflict finds us in haste.
Overabundance of joy leads to huge disappointment.
By looking in the shapes, humans remove enough degrees for chaos.
Real views will be necessitated.
Means leave the departed open after chances give off a forbidden shade.



https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Anger-840087246

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