Anger, done up its laces <br />and kicked out with iron boots. <br /> <br />Hate, sat on the fence, <br />scheming its next cunning move. <br /> <br />Love, folded its arms, <br />watched from a safe distance. <br /> <br />Lethargy, shrugged its shoulders... <br /> <br />who cares anyway?<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/varying-emotions/
