Monday, April 25, 2011

Poetry Challenge: Day 24

I think it is an unspoken rule that no poet can go through life without having ever written an angst poem. Well, here it is; I severely apologize in advance.


All the world is full of fire!
blurred by abomination,
and reeks of self-suffocating ire:
All hate resides within this nation.
Oh! wretched thing, oh loathed being:
So immune to noble feeling.


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