My Anger – A Poem I Am Proud Of!

Chained in your sanctuary 
of structure, you hide.
Afraid to move forward
and not allowed to regress.
Sought me out with a
neediness to touch the
world outside your institution
Loneliness has its needs,
grasping onto any laughter
we could consume.
Pretense of respect,
friendship, love.
Only fueled by our
own hatred of what
the world has shown.
Venom in words
exchanged between
us. Words, hanging
between us like a
heavy fog.
No blame, just two
people who knew
which words would
cut the other.
Beyond repair now.
Desperate to hold onto
my vile anger.

@donetta sifford 12-29-2012
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