Poems on Anger - Blackout Poetry Notes

Best State

In the silence
a heart beat heavily,
brooding
was her best state.

Her heart went hot in
a flame of hate
beating
cruel and alone
in the darkness.

To be so wrapped up
in self,
is dangerous: self pity
and sense of woe
betray you.

I grew irritable and restless,
confined
to narrow loneliness:
sullen and silent
in a sleep
eternally.

Deep inside her
a sense
began to burn,
a dangerous feeling.
A sense
of rebellion.

Talk: what do you feel?
Are you ashamed
of reopening wounds?

I have made some angry.
But I regret
nothing
that I write.

I am so entirely
wrapped up in self,
I think I feel
nothing at all.

I feel as if I
did go
mad in love.

A lost mind, locked inside
cracking with emotion.
I've tried living freely,
that's simply not me.
I can't reinvent myself.