He wasn't merely angry or frustrated, he was burning in concentrated fury towards the word, his enemy Sweat was pouring out of his forehead like the words of hate out of his mouth that showed no sign of sanity As he stormed inside the room, throwing his bag and slamming the door His eyes were red as he tried not to cry in frustration, but instead shouted 'till his throat was sore
People weren't really surprised, he was always in a bad mood Complaining about this and that, doing everything out of selfishness and being unpleasantly rude This time was exceptional thought, prety much everything in that room was destroyed because of that episode of his Which proved to be the last, as he learned this time the lesson, that patience and calm would not bring curse but rather bliss
To this day we can't quite remember what gave him such anger and made him scream with such despair It passed by so quickly, a week or two, and life went on like it didn't even care And he had to go on as well, just keep up, stop making a fuss, get over whatever it was And he quickly realized that life goes by fast, he shouldn't get mad over everything, otherwise he would be the one suffer the loss.
My objective while writing this poem was, other then finishing my task, to see weather I could write on paper in a poetic form a scene which I constructed in my mind. I though that writing about anger and madness was easier then beauty and calm because it has more action and it feels more exciting and energetic then describing the soothing sound of waves and then gentle breeze on the grass, and it probably had to do with my mood and the time on which I wrote it, because even though I wasn't angry when writing that I did feel tired and didn't want to spend a long time figuring out the best way to describe beauty. I have written the poem in this way because first, I wanted the poem to rhyme, as it makes the reading sound better in my opinion and makes it easier to read, but I also wanted it to feel natural, and writting the long sentences gave it a bit of a more natural, normal, less poetic feel, or at least that was my intention.