Anger Management

I am gasoline on gasoline on gasoline

A match away from lighting

A blink away from lightning

The heat, the fire

It’s blinding

Burn, burn, it’s burning

Surges of anger returning

Washing over me; consuming me

I am drowning in a sea of red

As quickly as it comes, it vanishes

The storm stills; rage banishes

Seeing clearly without the malevolence

Returned to find the ravages

It painted the walls

Scarlet

What’s wrong with me

What’s wrong with me

In the absence of hostility

I reside here but inside it’s

Just the remains

Of an abandoned home

It’s empty

All that you’ll find here

Are the ashes

Of my temper