Poetry Isn't Always Pretty

This is a collection of a few poems my friends and I wrote in class for English


4. Rage

My eyes were burning,

My blood was boiling,

The anger, the fury, the turmoil

It coursed through my veins


My hands were in fists,

I didn't want to miss,

The tears held me back,

They told me to get back on track


I refused

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