The devils of anger
sit high on their thrones
throwing their gavels
and breaking my bones
I revert to the place
where to me it began
Running and sinking
my feet in the sand
The same face takes on
so many forms
I seek peace
in the wake of the storms
This shadow of hate
follows closely behind
Hiding stealth then quickly
raping what’s mine
I gather the pieces
to return to my chest
Perhaps you are right
I deserve nothing less.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The School of Night
- The Princess (The Conclusion) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Athens Stone Of Sapphire Of Ground The Ring
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein
- Resolve by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Живу я в лучшем из миров
- In a Sombre Mood by Satish Verma
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
- On A Dream poem – John Keats poems
- A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose by Thomas Carew
- I was Looking a Long While. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Заболоцкий – Шакалы
- Robert Burns: Tragic Fragment:
- Sonnet CXXVII by William Shakespeare
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