Wrath, one of the 7 deadly sins
What have it got to do with little children?
Oh, we aren't kids anymore!
We are teenagers.
We think we've totally grown up.
And the world is in our hands.
We need attention of peers.
We need to be THE ONE of the gang.
So, it got many things to do with us.
Wrath, it tickles us.
Sometimes it tickles us so badly.
That we go off the limits
We need it, we seek it.
If we don't find
We envy ones who have it.
Attention it is!
We risk our lives; we risk our dreams.
We die for it no matter what it cost.
Yes, it's true. It takes a little while to realize,
What we've risked, what it cost of
My friends were the hay to my fire, the wrath.
They fueled me to burn my soul, myself.
None of them thought a bit of extinguishing.
They just waited to watch me burn myself.
I burned down to the grounds.
I burned down whom I thought, was my foe.
Such a fool I was.
To ruin myself
For the record I may say to you
He wasn't my enemy; I didn't have any.
But my gang set me up.
They turned me into a beast.
I couldn't figure out that it was a trap.
Or he was the one whom I called my best friend.
Sudden anger is the most dangerous fire,
Which could ever be lit up with matches of emotions.
I couldn't put it out or even suppress it.
I knew I couldn't take him down by my hand.
So, I got my bag off
For the sake of the syllabus
It was enough to crack his neck.
The doctors told it was severe.
Though he did not do much bleeding
He could only survive for a little more.
That moment my eyes were wide open.
They searched down to the depths.
And my soul was shattered.
I was a murderer.
For now, I sit behind these bars.
Recalling what happened
Trying to figure out what went wrong between us.
And now I see what I should have done.
I should have ignored my gang.
I should have learned a lot more about patience.
I should have trusted my friend.
And knew who really my friend was.
My gang, they didn't show up.
I heard they left me.
With my only true friend
To whom I had been a foe
I had friends no more.
Loneliness and Misery were my only friends.
I have no hope anymore.
I just have to live like this until I die.
The Wrath
Marius Charith
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/15/2023
Poet's note: One day two of my friends fought over a girl and the fight was serious. They forgot their friendship and fought like complete strangers. They were bursting with anger in their hearts. This tempted me to write this poem.
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Poem topics: anger, children, hope, kids, sometimes, world, beast, severe, wide, moment, wrong, enemy, fool, sake, patience, open, survive, live, matter, watch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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