Anger can consume ones whole mind and body.
Encaged, it fights to break free.
You fight to stay in control,
But just a single tear is a sign, a trophy, showing that Anger has won.
And you have lost pathetically.
After so much pain, so much confusion
The tears become more frequent.
Like water from a stream, flowing down the slope of a mountain.
Perhaps it cries too, then.
Despite all inhabitants in the surrounding environment,
Loneliness is felt.
All thought is lost, word's take by the wind.
No voices are heard, everything has gone mute.
All that is left to do is to find an escape,
A way to release all which you hide inside.