Evolving Emotions: Anger- Poetry

A’s, B’s, C’s, and D’s

Planted on a peculiar carpet

you examine the lanes

sectioned off with yellow stripes

and white lines

Patches of green grass

encircle the buildings,

each with their own symbol

and saturated design

Behind you is a dull

knock

Against your back

lay the bulk of your once proud tower

A’s and B’s

C’s and D’s

strewn about the carpet

By your side

is a pigtailed girl

with pronounced teeth

and corduroy pants

She did this.

Swept up

you shriek and scream

a gut-wrenching howl

over the tower lost

and dignity torn

Tears flow down

with a scowl of bright fury.

Outstretched,

your hands wave

pleading for attention,

a witness to this injustice,

this crime of heinous intent.

You cry out for the giant

looming over the threshold

to bring about your uprising

and snatch her and her pigtails

in a fit of glory

With a turn of the head

thunderous booms

and scooping arms

The giants lifts you,

meeting the air

This is not what is just.

You shriek once more

flailing limbs to break free

from this traitorous captor

Your eyes meet the lettered blocks

and the hands

rearranging them

before you are carried away

For an hour-long slumber.