When I am angry I feel like I could spit fire. <br />Give me a sincere apology that’s all I require. <br />My inner combustion has many spark flashes. <br />Extinguish the flames before I burn to ashes. <br /> <br />My expectations are wilting like an empty hose. <br />You find pleasure in watching falling dominoes. <br />The solution to the dilemma is incredibly simple… <br />Less irritating that squeezing a festering pimple. <br /> <br />I’ll take away the value of your controlling power. <br />Weightless words won’t overshadow like a tower. <br />Last of all, I’ll be on my contented carefree way… <br />Far from the wildfires that entrapped yesterday.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-48/
