SCREW ANGER

An upsurge of emotion that makes me burn like fire

The foolishness, the fallacy of being egoist, uncontrollable ire

All sin I commit and still think that I’m always right

Nothing stops me, not any fright, not a thing on earth; and I never give up the fight

The color that accompanies it is always red

The devil takes hold of me, upsets me and often makes me very sad

Stupidity, absurdity, idiocy was never a part of me

But with anger, argumentative and stiff my opinions and stern my face, I see.

My intention was or is never to be rude

But oh, anger makes me a real brute.

From rationality, things change so fast and I move on to irrationality,

What I was and what it has made me- so blunt. Ah, such uncontrollable bestiality!

The undesired, unwanted retaliation, ignorance and deadly revenge

Gives me a tough time, all of a sudden my blood pressure increases and threatens my life to derange

What could have been better, never was

Friends dared never come by my side thus

Not a word of pleasantry came out of my mouth, peace was almost forgotten,

Now, with all despise and contempt, I’m living, almost dead. Wish I was never begotten!

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS

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6 comments on “SCREW ANGER

  1. Billie Jean says:

    You have with this poem proved me wrong, I used to think that men writing poetry is hilarious. There’s exceptions. I love this poem.

  2. himanshu says:

    i lyk d vocab..keep up bro 🙂

  3. iRuniBreathe says:

    This is fabulous!
    “But oh, anger makes me a real brute.” Lovely words and great sentiments. 🙂
    Looking forward to more.

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