The Iron Forge
Deep Anger (கோபம்) — English
You thought your cheap laughter left a permanent scar,
And threw my pride beneath your fast, heavy car.
But cold rage is a beautiful, sharpening stone,
It works the absolute best when you are left entirely alone.
I will not scream or let my tear-ducts flow,
To give you a satisfaction you don’t deserve to know.
I am building an empire out of your structural slight,
And I will rule it in the clearest, most blinding light.
Tags: Anger Poem, Betrayal, Cold Rage, Moving Forward, Strength English
