ANGER

Poem for Today - October 24, 2014

A NOTE TO SELF

Anger serves no purpose 
It doesn’t satisfy the wounded 
It does not resolve the delinquent
It boils up like a festered infection
Running oozing pus, it runs despondent
In a stink causing an antisocial infestation
Initiating all to tread on broken egg shell
It curves a wedge in a work of soul partnering
It is the death of many, a lonely incarcerated state
Soon festers to include no one but an egotistical
Singular resentful state of unlikelihood to the lifeless 

© Cathy Hodgson