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Memories of Anger

I remember like it was the day before

All those clever, well-crafted barbs thrown in my direction.

I remember the tears of youth unbroken by childish laughter.

The pain knew where to find me at the core of my core.

Left naked in a storm of scorn with no protection,

So long ago, but the hate lingers after.

 

Fitfully, vainly trying to stop up every hole

Before the hate finds a way to escape

And race down the corridors of my mind.

It will find the center of my soul

And there take on its awful shape

Only to leave a legacy of anger behind.

 

Trying to hold the darkness at bay

With self-made sunshine and lifted chin

But the memories of anger soak through me like rain.

I look back on memories tinted watercolor gray.

No true sunlight finds its way in

And the darkness of pain and hate swallows me whole once again.

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Written by
mike-winegar
American
Published
Jan 10, 2012
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Copyright 2011, William Michael Winegar

This is an older poem I had written and posted on another site.

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