printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #014

        White Anger
        You are the winter of my life.
        Cold and grey you make me seek warmth.
        No hope of compassion or caring.
        Silently you tear my hear out.
        The hope of spring rain gone.
        Summer heat a long lost fantasy...
        Fall, a teaser to the pain you sing.
        My physical reaction to your material being
        it's a parallel to the hell you bring.
        Please.. let me flee...