Free Information About Writing and Publishing! Contrapasso By: Nicole Limos I cannot contain this wrath anymore Let me release this globule hollow Let this be one of those that will move up from under the rivers of Inferno that will prick your heart like a needle as you swim and clamor in the angry waters The liquid's heat will strip off my sanguine suit you forced to wear on your malancholic existence The water's putrid will be part of your breath as you swallow and vomit its pollution And as you desire to have acknowledged (even by uttering in simple words) that you are a mimic You dwell in that circle only because I wish you to-- For my bubble to prick your heart in pain For myself to be removed from you For my wrath today to turn into anger, and then calmness, and then satisfaction You will then go to the eighth circle And I (just wanting to make you suffer employing my own capacity), will move out of the Inferno. About the Author: Nicole is a hyper person who wants to get published in her college's next portfolio. She is basically an optimistic creature who loves Italy and the beach. This is actually her first anger poem. Well, temporary, short-term anger, for that matter (as in, just a 30-minute one). (She got guilty after writing it.) Source: www.isnare.com