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Tal Aharon

Anger

The boy’s face turns a dark red,
As he storms off to his bed.
His heart fills with black disgust,
‘Cause he was betrayed by those he trusts.

A fire burns deep in his eyes,
As he strikes fear into those spies.
He has such a hot head,
Sometimes he might wish us dead

He hunkers away.
Before he can say,
Something to get him in more trouble,
As he stomps away he does fumble.

He yelled all the long night,
Creating quite a fright.
He kept punching his pillow,
But it stood like a willow.

He left in my heart a great sadness.
That could not be overcome by gladness.
I grieved for my friend,
So I waited ‘til the end.
Hoping he would get better.
But instead my eyes just get wetter.

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