Wrath


She screamed
Blue murder
At me.
"After all we've
Done for him!"

Never mind
What we have
Done
For them.

Her memory
Is swept away
By anger.

Her voice gets
Louder
And
Louder.

What can I do?
I don't want
A war,
But I get one
Anyway.

She says
She will
Never
Talk
To me again.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 12:20

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penfold18
I could almost feel it simmering in this one myself , reminds me to keep my own head down for a while, such is life.
2005-10-28