Anger

The heat has simmered
And fizzled out
My blood continues to cool
My mind is free of anger
But my memory
It remains ever so alert
My thoughts clear
But still dwell
On the injustice
You delivered me

Don’t be fooled
My calm demenor
Does not mean
I’ll ever forget
Ever take that chance again
It does not mean
That you’re forgiven
It does not mean
That you should be near
That I should speak to you

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter