Tearing Down My Wall Of Anger

By Edenfalls

Mon, 05 Mar 2012
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I used to scream, shout, even cry with rage
Like a Tiger whose fed up with it's confining cage
Or a writer who cant fill up his ultimate page
But now I'm tearing down my wall of anger.

I would clench my fist and begin to swing
For no good reason lash out at anything
Act as though I was a godless King
But now I'm tearing down my wall of anger.

Blood pressure high, pulse through the roof
Mouth clenched shut no sign of a tooth
Stamping my feet like a horse does it's hoof
But now I'm tearing down my wall of anger

My mouth was so foul,I would curse,I would swear
Cos I couldn't decide what clothes I should wear
End up throwing some things then turn over a chair
But now I'm tearing down my wall of anger.

People would think I was having a fit
Say the wrong thing and my fuse, it was lit
No matter what size you were sure to get hit
But now I'm tearing down my wall of anger.

Now thanks to my family and friends by my side
I seem to be off of that waltzer like ride
I feel like I'm free and my hands are untied
Now I've broken down my wall of anger.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Glad to hear it! Seriously, I like the way you've written this. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jolono on
Great content and rhyme. It flowed along really well. Great subject matter as well.

 

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Thank you both, it was quite hard to write.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Sorry, Edenfalls...I missed this one of yours. But, better late than never, as they say;-) I think we have all 'blown our tops' at some times in our lives. I know I have, and probably will continue to do so, on occasions. But as you say here, we do have to try and 'tame ourselves' and if we have family and friends to support us, it makes it easier. I like you 'waltzer' analogy, by the way;-) Much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Thank you Tina, it wasn't written about me by the way, but about my Dad who was prone to anger episodes. As a family we eventually got him help and he learnt to control it, he mellowed ( as we all do) with age, in the end he was a pussycat!

Submitted by Denzella on
I've come to this late but I really enjoyed it. Like Tina, I liked the 'waltzer' analogy and I can see why you found it difficult to write. Once you said it was about your father I understood how you felt because it can seem like a betrayal when one writes about a parent. But the last line of each stanza shows your loyalty and the very last stanza puts his anger to rest. Much enjoyed Moya
 

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Once again a big thank you Moya.