Anger

A momentary bursting flame...that causes damage.

It boils inside you,

the steam fogging your vision.

It bubbles and burns,

scorching your heart

until it breaks apart

into hard chunks of coal.

You can feel the heat

spill throughout your body;

fingertips tingle,

your stomach churns and gurgles,

your head spins in pain.

But the trickling burn continues

to pulse throughout you;

sizzling your blood

and blackening your bones.

You grow red and hot enough

to make hell's temperature

seem pleasant.

Fire spills from your throat,

your tongue lashing flames

out like whips.

You hear only the white noise

and your eyes see only outlines

of crimson.

Your compassion burns out

and you stab out with your voice,

brainding their minds

with your heated hatred.

It's only afterwards

that regret washes you cold

and shiver and chatter your teeth;

the cool splash of realization

washing the last of your burning embers

away.

Reviews

[Art Sun]

such is anger...and I bet everyone has gone through the emotion and felt the same waves of regret you write of...nice work on this poem