She sat looking at me, <br />Not listening to a word. <br />Every time we talked, she <br />Said my opinion was absurd— <br />You should have seen my face; <br />The anger I showed was a disgrace. <br /> <br />For years, I have lived with such anger, <br />Gnawing anger, the kind that lingers <br />Like roadkill. To be sure, I am not stranger <br />To rage. Its long bony fingers <br />Have touched my heart many times, <br />Urging me to commit heinous crimes. <br /> <br />But to blame anyone for my rage is unjust. <br />No one is responsible for my fury, <br />Though I may think so, my eyesight is simply blurry <br />Anger is seeking a new slave; <br />As for me, I’d rather be brave, <br />Before anger puts me deep down in a grave.<br /><br />Kent Holman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gnawing-anger/
