“My Anger comes Steady” – Poem

Like each pang of burn,

Like every drop of sweat,

To be hung

From my cheeks, from my chin,

There is you in mind

For no reason at all.

For I cannot discern

The origin of this feeling.

I cannot tell

From what Hell,

This anger springs from.

It is just there

And will not leave my presence,

In the back of my mind, I do know

You did nothing wrong.

But, the front of my form

Speaks of where I lay my hands

Deep upon the magma

That washes them.

I then clean my face, and feel the red around my cheeks,

I tear through

My skin, and destroy myself

In memory of our love’s demise.

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