Age Of Anger

Poem By Carolyn Brunelle

It wants to break free,
burst out
and blossom into something
fresh and new.

But the clouds of discontent
only cast their dark shadows
over these days of harsh reality;
bring deeper reason for concern.

The raging season
has not ended;
it simply ushers in more storms
and here come the tears.

Comments about Age Of Anger

in every age there are tears, clouds, storms and anger; but after this time there is a sun; good poem Dorota


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