Anger flares, then dissipates,
But what remains in its wake?
Do you pace forward, fists ready,
Or stall, your heart ablaze?
In the darkness, do you recount
The lies, the destruction unfold?
Do nightmares and dreams converge,
A story yet untold?
When the anger reemerges,
Do you give it a voice,
A pen to honor its pain,
A chance to make its choice?
It can make you be reckless
It's hard to reign in once it comes
There are innumerable consequences
You don't realise what you become.
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
Anger flares, then dissipates,
But what remains in its wake?
Do you pace forward, fists ready,
Or stall, your heart ablaze?
In the darkness, do you recount
The lies, the destruction unfold?
Do nightmares and dreams converge,
A story yet untold?
When the anger reemerges,
Do you give it a voice,
A pen to honor its pain,
A chance to make its choice?
It can make you be reckless
It's hard to reign in once it comes
There are innumerable consequences
You don't realise what you become.
