Anger

a poem by Myrna Martin, USA

I swear my anger is live..
it boils on the inside...
I can feel it twisting and turning....
This rage is all consuming...
The rush I feel from my toes to my chest...
It's just about as real as it gets...
I have to turn my face away...
Because it's not me...
Just not me that way....
@2016 Myrna Martin

Dreams based on lies...
Pain...
Master Manipulator...

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