Post Anger poems - Extracts

I hold fury to my chest 

cos she has clawed at the locked door of my anger

Behind it was civil war

with my shackled self and the one that wants so much more

Fury: She deserves and encore.

Zena Edwards© 

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i need to restore innocence again

i am breathing slowly

whilst my heart beats faster

against the rage of unjust

against the smell from which it cometh

from against a bright light that turned black....

i sigh 

i smirk

but that don’t mean that harm is forgotten

i was captivated for many years captured by insecurity

captured by lack of knowledge

captured by womanhood

captured because i was afraid to fight back

captured but born free free from guilt

free from shame free from blame

because i am innocent born innocent (though)

the train of crime haunts me

blood of violence

calls me and i can hear the mass

shouting my name

Clara Opoku©