Angry youth <br />can't take the truth <br />immaturity, blocking all <br />of lifes receptors. <br /> <br />Spoken from <br />a pain of one <br />that had been there, done that <br />owns life reflectors. <br /> <br />Blockage pause <br />by minds own chosen cause <br />not allowing healing to take place. <br /> <br />Rejected by <br />all who've known <br />that frown permanently painted <br />your anger, unwilling to erase. <br /> <br />Move on, get over it <br />that burden of angers load. <br />Fermenting in your sweetness <br />now souring your youthful soul. <br /> <br />Let the God you say does not exist <br />unfold your fingers <br />which now seen folded fists. <br /> <br />Before it is too late for you to recover <br />from the anger you are invoking. <br />Now hands around necks of others <br />in angery words you are choking. <br /> <br />Copyright: 2008 <br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angry-youth/
