Something Small
Here I am enraged and yet I don't know why
For it's pointless to scream and pointless to cry
This snowball of anger is clouding my mind
And it's hard to stay calm and composed I find
If I should scream or maybe break something
I'll only waste my energy, for it will change nothing
So what am I to do now that I am seething?
Will my stewing brain stop me from breathing?
Maybe a walk will cool me down
Some fresh air to melt this frown
Maybe I shouldn't think of it at all
Maybe it's really something small...
Catherine Povloski
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AUTHORThank you all for the great comments. I will be posting more original art works along with my poetry. It's been a long time since I've been inspired to write anything whether it be creative or editorial or anywhere in between. Thanks hubbers for welcoming me.
Absolutely perfect, I could have written this myself...lots of what I write as "The Red Queen" mirrors this, in a different yet parallel way. NICE! Thanks again for your comment on my hub:)
About the picture, first. It breath-takingly beautiful.
About the poem now. Its sweet and simple and about something I can relate to very easily because I, like many others, have the tendency to react extremely to something small and petty. And once the anger has reached its height, which it almost always does, the more or less thoughts cross my mind. And the conclusion is always the same realization.
- AUTHOR
Thank you, it is one of my older unpublished ones.
I like this poem. It goes from being serious and filled with anger and by the last few lines the anger has diminished and on its way to resolving itself. Thanks for sharing.
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