Disliking Anger

you are two people
putting fire on your hair
the two of you alone
i watch it
i cannot be the judge
and take side
as you demand
the situation is tense
something is twisted
grilling on your heads
the curtains catch fire
from your hair
and then the pandemonium
spreads on the walls and
ceiling the
whole house is burning
balls of fire from both
of you
and so i go out
running away
to save myself

that is the time how
i start to dislike anger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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