Anger

The picture above is not mine…

It’s been a while since I wrote a poem…

Anger – Watashi

There is this thing called anger,

Arise from a very ill temper.

From within myself it came,

But on you I put the blame.

Frenzied, frantic and foul,

All I see is the lostness of soul.

Blind, I walk, I grasp and try to reach,

Help me, help me, is all that I can beseech.

Anger or so, this thing is named,

Means strong displeasure and sometimes, contempt.

Angered?

Prepare to be conquered,

Or you can count to ten,

And let it vent…

Oh, lastly I want to share this quote by Aristotle… I don’t know who he is… Some guy from the past, may be? Muahahaha… Kindly google it if you’re curious enough…

Anybody can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody’s power, that is not easy – Aristotle