Challenge
Wrath
Write a poem about wrath.
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I did not know
I had the capacity to feel wrath
until I experienced you,
my friend.
The weight put on my shoulders
pulled me down until not even
my dreams flew.
My body only knew three states:
utter numbness, searing pain, or electrifying anger.
One thing you did not realize,
was that weight pressing down make the atoms
conform to the container;
the smaller the container, the faster the atoms will go.
You may have pressed me down, but my
rage burns through my body
until not even my voice and false
bravado can hide the anger you have
put me through.
I will find a way to make you pay.
If not now,
someday.
I will be waiting
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