Anger

Lives in me. It sometimes comes breaking out like a crazed beast.
And the cage is too small to contain it.
The savage foams at its mouth. Tear things from
Limb to Limb
Disfigure and maul,
A storm throwing its full force on a pebble
It screams and raves.
Roars and spit,
Wanting to destroy,
and break,
even itself.
Howling and stomping,
tearing the dark into fiery little pieces,
Then it explodes into flames.
Burning.
Knowing no pain
Only anger.
Till it burst into a million little pieces
Simmering in the distance
they freeze into stars.
Cold and harsh.
tasting like ashes in the mouth.
It stares in hatred, always with that indignant blue light.
Turning sour. The Anger throbs,
swells,
Then dies. With only the stars as its witness.


Overtime, even they turn to dust.