Struggle V

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I was angered
By the rotten fruit
Growing on the vine.

I plucked it away,
But what a waste-
A waste of time and life.

I was angered
By reflection
Of time spent searching

When answers
Were but a short
Distance away

Yet years
Went by before
I found them,

Years spent
Touching hellfire’s
Ungodly flames.

I was angered
From a lie
I told myself,

That Heaven
Was a place
Beyond reach.

I was angered
By the fear
They poured into my skull,

That me and mine
Would never
See it.

I was angered
By what was none
Of my business.

And now, I am angry
That I was ever angry
To begin with.