Thursday, May 7, 2009

A Heated Soul

Something I wrote while I was angry at...just about everything.

Many a times when life is down,
And rage creeps in like an avenging hound.
When you feel like punching the wal,
When you're enraged straight from the core,
You don't think of what you do,
But just lash out like a complete fool.

The heated soul
Fills the body whole
With a raging tempest out of control!

You hurt the people who care for you;
You scold and reprimand without an issue.
You are filled with rage beyong your conrtrol,
And the hatred spreads and sets in your soul.

So you shut the world away,
And in your room you stay,
To rant and rant like no one's business,
And build a thick wall of stubborness.

The heated soul
Fills the body whole
With a raging tempest out of control!

Anger is a problem
That sets steady and firm,
Within the soul at first,
Just before it bursts.

What end will it cost
Except that you'll be lost,
Within the fiery flames?
Unless it is your aim
to burn up inside
And freeze up outside?
-END

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