In despair, where shadows reign supreme,
I let my anger simmer like a poisoned dream.
No solace in silence, no comfort at night,
Just bitterness, consuming all in sight.
I carve anger into my skin, with shards of broken glass,
A testament to the pain I surpass.
Let it simmer, like a cauldron bubbling hot,
A brew of resentment, a trap.
In my heart, where your stories reside,
I feed my anger, it s until my world collides
Back and forth, trying to make sense, anger unfolds,
Crash and burn, ruined nights and restless mornings retold.
So tell me where to place this anger, or this box will explode,
For it’s woven into every thought, every word, every mess.
In the echo of my screams, in the tears that I shed,
My anger finds its home, where it will forever tread.
© 2024 Puja Goyal
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