Rage

• Maxine Viertmann, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2011

This is my poem and it is called rage
Can you feel all the anger as you read down the page?
My fists are clenched and my veins protruding
My face turning a colour which is rather amusing
My anger it bubbles and fumes from my ears
There’s hurt in my face and shame in my tears
As my brow furrows and my forehead it creases
I’d like you to know that this rage never ceases

The hair on my head stands on its ends
My shoulders push back and my neck it extends
In this situation there are legitimate choices
But here in my head is a chorus of voices
All of them are telling me what I should do
With no coordination they all sound so shrew
I bite on my pencil to try get a grip
But I miss the pencil and stick into my lip!
So that is my poem, and it is called rage
I’m just so angry, as you can tell by this stage.