Anger (Original Poetry)

pulsating out of  your very marrow

is the anger promising to push itself

out of your body

with the force of anything imaginable

(but a million times worse)

throbbing is the rage,

stacking atop itself

building and building

until you’re ready to explode

blood pooling at your feet,

as you enter a boxing match

against yourself and

the underdog is posed to win (that’s you!)

boiling, livid, hyperactive

a haze of aggression

sitting within your chest,

bleeding oozing,

a raw attack waiting to burst

but lacking patience

forgetting tranquility,

an explosion of reckless abandon


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