Poetry: Anger

Anger seethes like boiling water
When you release it by force -
Scathing and hurting – sorry for who gets burnt
And yourself limp, sapped and choking with remorse.

But when suppressed within
Its steam rises to clog the mind
And the heat would not escape
So its pressure prevails to subject body and soul
To an ugly sickly feeling.

© 2001,Tee Akindele