“Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.”
James Matthew Barrie

"No good has ever come from losing my wretched temper"
Shar


On Losing One's Temper

Temper
Where art thou?
Come back to me
I'm sorry
I lost you
I wonder, is he?
I cried, I self pitied
my ears turned to stone
Ne'er heard his words
but vomitted my own
to bare my troubled soul.
My throat was sore
yet i screamed, I shouted.
Then in silence lamented
why on earth i was alone.



Poetry by shar
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 14:44

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Mark J. Wood
No good thing? What about this poem?
2007-02-22


Parnika
Again this is signiture SHAR work!
the truth..as plain and simple as it can get!

Language: 5
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2007-02-20


V.V.Ramesh
good one :)
2007-02-20