Fugitive of the World


  • Anger

    Fugitive of the World

    My anger boils over like a teapot on a flame
    Its something i cannot hold in something i cannot tame
    I want to get out of this place i consider hell
    I tried to climb up the ladder but i fell
    Listening to the little guy on my left shoulder i picj a fight
    But the little guy on the other side says, 'This isnt right!'
    My mind is racing
    I feel like pacing
    Instead of facing
    The pain i caused i make a racket
    Grab my jacket
    And run the end of the world
    On my way my legs fumbled and my sight swirled
    Feeling tired and sad and awfully bad
    Dreaming of the life i never had
    I make a U-turn and walk the other way
    Hopefully i'll make it home by the end of the day

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    SilverGirl commented on Fugitive of the World


    Very good poem hun. I like the flow and the message. Sounds like something I would write.. Keep up the good work! Hugs SG

    Artie commented on Fugitive of the World


    If I've read this correctly, I've been to the same edge as you. I also made the u-turn. I look back now and laugh. Hopefully you will also. Nice write.

    Paolo commented on Fugitive of the World


    I began to read this poem and didn't like it at all but half way through I began to imagine what this would sound like and look like if the writer were to perform it aloud and I was there with it. A little editing will correct the clumsy last few lines but I was with you all the way.

    Alexgrey commented on Fugitive of the World


    Sounds like you need better footing. lol. Yeah, everybody is always running from something, but in the end, you HAVE to FACE it. Me likey.

    2irishman2 commented on Fugitive of the World


    other than the obvious spelling error that was really cool.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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