The elephant stood  up high on its hind legs

And roared my name

He dropped and shook the earth beneath us

As he began to stampede

The ground opened up

Swallowing the screaming, fuming elephant

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

6 thoughts on “Anger”

  1. The “BEAST” within seems , required, “SOME” out
    to warn for distance, MAYBE, SHOUT.!
    The “TERN” of Twist requires some SURE
    like “Orphan”, ILL FED, “WE” want some more.

    Thanks, for recognizing/ BROADCASTING… “THE STRUGGLES” !!!

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