Anger rose in my chest like a wave of despair, <br />Holding back in my own self denial and then rushing in leaving me without air, <br />Panic rose to hiding like a raft in the back of the scene, <br />Worried about what might happen if the anger broke free, <br />I look, not a frustrated look but rather one of rage, <br />The beast wants to take hold, to break out of it cage, <br />How dare he? What made him think? <br />That if he messed with me he would still survive? His boat will sink, <br />Raging sky flash over head, he falls and breaks, his eyes bloodshot red, <br />And as I look at him my anger subsides, <br />In its place a pity takes his side, <br />I reach out try to help his broke pride, <br />But it was his boat and has fallen to the bottom of the reef, <br />I reach to pull him out, but he won't believe, <br />He thinks it's a trick, <br />And he sinks, and dies, <br />And I stand there my pity turned to grief, <br />I looked out and saw a red sun come over, the white capped, angry sea.<br /><br />Matthew Moser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-angry-sea/
