Poem 2-Anger

 

Anger is like a wild fire

That can’t be controlled

It sounds like a roaring waterfall

Falling hundreds of feet

It tastes liken rotten eggs

Months old

Anger feels like a dead arm

And  you can’t do anything with it

Poem 1-My Story

When ever I hear a dog bark,

I think of a warm sunny day

At my house.

Little girls running and playing

With a black lab

Jumping into the pool to get away

But instead,

She follows us in

But that is not my story

My story is sitting at the kitchen table

Eating,

When dad says

Midnight is no more