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
- Otho The Great – Act II poem – John Keats poems
- CAESAR’S LAST BREATH by MICHAEL SALCMAN
- Never Sure Which You Are by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Story Of Udaipore Told By Lalla Ji The Priest
- The Lesson by Maya Angelou
- No LOVE by venkatesh.valusa
- Юлия Друнина – Царевна
- The Turnstile by William Barnes
- The River Has Its Memories by Mary Etta Metcalf
- The Wish to be Generous by Wendell Berry
- Reverie Of Ormuz The Persian
- Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
- The Undeniable Pressure of Existence by Patricia Fargnoli
- Николай Глазков – Должны мы все свой пай нести
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько павших бойцов полегло вдоль дорог
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).
