Resented Anger : Sad Poetry

What do I with anger when its making me something I'm not?
Sometimes words are better off to be forgiven and then forgot.
After alls been said and done all that matters is how to appease.
Nothing can make me bend so low like finding honour on both knees.
Before the harvest there must be a kneeling down to dig the dirt.
The silence of resented anger can never show your are hurt .
To identify the anger within is knocking down the wall
Gentle people are looking over the wall.
Can you hear them call?

By Paul McCann