Anger Resides

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.