The devils of anger
sit high on their thrones
throwing their gavels
and breaking my bones
I revert to the place
where to me it began
Running and sinking
my feet in the sand
The same face takes on
so many forms
I seek peace
in the wake of the storms
This shadow of hate
follows closely behind
Hiding stealth then quickly
raping what’s mine
I gather the pieces
to return to my chest
Perhaps you are right
I deserve nothing less.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Михаил Кузмин – Врач мудрый нам открыл секрет природы
- To Dorothy by Marvin Bell
- The Net Of Memory
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
- The Captain by Stevens Cadet
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- The Last Breath of a Ship by Tri Tran
- Алексей Жемчужников – Верста на старой дороге
- Иван Мятлев – Фонарики
- A Pastiche For Eve by Weldon Kees
- A Prophecy: To George Keats In America poem – John Keats poems
- Юлия Друнина – Ветер с фронта
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка про ребёнка-поросёнка
- Fragment of Song—“My Jean!” by Robert Burns
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
