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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />

The Dark Side<br />

Anger<br />

Neil Harding McAlister<br />

« La vie étant ce qu’elle est, on rêve de vengeance. » - Paul Gauguin<br />

Against unyielding crag on storm-swept shore,<br />

In useless fury smites the raging sea.<br />

An angry heart so breaks for evermore<br />

Upon the barren cliff of memory.<br />

We hate the ones who kept us from our goal,<br />

Abusing our sweet trust with lies or guile;<br />

The faithless lover who once scarred our soul;<br />

The false friend with the condescending smile.<br />

Who would not burn, unnoticed and ignored,<br />

When rivals steal the credit for his labor,<br />

His contributions unacknowledged, scorned,<br />

While others feast on fruit he worked to savor<br />

A careless insult haunts us like a curse<br />

<strong>That</strong> strikes us mute, not knowing what to say.<br />

At night we fret and sleeplessly rehearse<br />

Lost wars we might have fought another way.<br />

Should we strive to be like our enemy,<br />

Surpassing his deceit, if we are wise<br />

It surely would be vile hypocrisy<br />

To emulate the traits we most despise.<br />

How could we fan to action and redress<br />

A smoldering ire that fears to speak its name<br />

When conscience counsels our uncertainness,<br />

Revenge dissolves in bitter, silent shame.<br />

And when crude vengeance cannot satisfy,<br />

We fantasize that in some future days<br />

Such glowing deeds our name may dignify<br />

<strong>That</strong> old foes shall regret their callous ways.<br />

Oh pointless Anger, must you learn so late<br />

The lesson that we always should have known<br />

The heart hurts but itself when, filled with hate,<br />

It beats against a past that’s carved in stone.<br />

We cannot rest while tempests blast the mind,<br />

And never can we cross a wrathful sea<br />

‘Til time may calm the waves and help us find<br />

The deep, still waters of maturity.<br />

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