Anger Resides
Apr 25, 2021
As I exhale the fumes of anger
I began to realize that I have become a stranger
To the delights that joy has given
Due to the circumstances my life has driven
See these fumes I breathe
Are only a projective grieve
This burning anger
Intensifies as I approach manifested danger
For what is respect
If regret is what I feel when I reflect
I act in rage
To comfort the feelings of the day
Without regards to the days to follow
I must act, to escape the wallow
For if this is mine, that mine shall be pleasing.
The exhaled fumes will not be leaving
If how I act is that of retreating.