Anger burns
I left him behind
But he still finds his way.
Eighteen years of anger
Has built up inside of me.
Eighteen years of anger
No one has ever seen.
Though he’s not been here
In five blessed years
He still finds ways
To add fuel to the flame
And still my anger burns on
Old anger and new anger
Burning through my soul.
Tears cannot quench
For he taught me not to cry.
And so in my desert heart
The fire rages on.
About Tina
I am obsessed with writing. I've been writing since the 6th grade and it's still the only thing I want to do. I write a lot of poetry but also like to write short fiction and would like to try a few articles. I'm just trying to learn what to do at this...
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