When the clouds of anger <br />descend upon our mind <br />things are said in haste <br />which can hurt deeper <br />that the thrust of any sword <br />and will haunt us forever. <br />No amount of sorry <br />will ever take them back, <br />they will just live there <br />among our memories to haunt us <br />when things start bothering us again.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-of-anger/
