Angry Words

Angry words wrought with cruel hammer

Forged in steel grey tombs

Well beneath the grounds of reason

Tear stained pages

Rife with tangled thought

Echoes through blood stained halls

Thud cold against stone fortress

Breathless and spent


What comes of angry words?

Cast out in Lyssa’s frenzy

Weary souls in search of succor

Lost in umber’s hue

Forgotten but for sleepless night

Tossed by waves of guilt

Washed by churning sands

Rubbed smooth by patient hands


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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3 Responses to Angry Words

  1. Sheryl says:

    “Tossed by waves of guilt.” I enjoy your writing Phil

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rubbed smooth by patient hands… healing for angry words for both who says and who hears

    Liked by 1 person

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