Unwanted Anger, Poetry by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

Genre: Anger, Angst, Personality, Pressure, Personal Fears

Unwanted Anger
by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

A mere apology turns into an excuse;
I know those reasons are overused;
The lot they share and memories they bear,
Wiped out to oblivion as they scare.

No mortal could feign the anger inside;
How, oh how would even I—
Blind the perils of thought and sin,
To kill was the anthem hidden within!

This was me in another persona—
The buried, the lost, and the hidden,
Surfaced to life by triggers of heat,
A trigger I so long wanted to keep.

No one could see this,
No one should know;
Stop spying on me!
Go with the flow.

For whatever is within me,
I shall simmer it down;
Unless I fail,
To keep me calm.

© Holiday
(Written this 22nd of March 2016)

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