Anger

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    Anger

    I’m dead
    You killed me
    I’m no longer alive.

    Every breath
    Nonexistent
    Every heartbeat
    And echo

    Can you feel this?
    The touch of nonliving?

    Murderer, killer!
    You master of the lethal arts
    Your fatal words land blows
    Upon my spirit

    Have you regret?
    Remorse?
    Any emotion at all?

    Cold and heartless,
    You are but a beast
    Humanity has failed you
    What have you become?

    So icy, so sad
    A frost in the flesh
    Give me the cold shoulder all you like
    But just remember
    That every spiteful look
    Every furious glare
    Gives me proof
    That you know I care.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    RxParanoia’s Poems (33)

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