Anger
It is the vexing of the soul
A swelling of the veins waiting to explode
It’s like the rushing of blood to the head
Saying things, you would rather left unsaid
Anger
I am beside myself
Tossing and frowning, I lost my head
I need to stop and find me again
a calming of the soul and tranquility within
and cease this war that rages in
Anger
let it not be said
that I unleashed the monster under my bed
anger, please stay out of my head
Control, Calm and Purpose
That’s my request instead
---Charmaine Wallace
I had read this poem in one of the books that I had gotten from the libraries of the men that I had killed. But no this was not what I was feeling at the moment. The moment I had felt that Bella was hurt every single str
