ANGER.


Anger blooms like a wallflower,
watered by so-called thoughts,
telling it how beautiful it is,
how enthraling it is to thrive,

Anger listens and possess,
it acts out,
fuming and corroding,
all the other inhabitants,

Anger doesn’t care,
if it hurts or not,
whether the words said,
pierce souls,

Anger nurtures solitude,
the rest, mere pawns,
like the woman at the well,
it seeks help,

By Joy Kirima.

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Still learning more under the sun.

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