Anger is rumbling,
Just beneath the surface.
I could not understand why,
I just looked at the sky,
As if to ask what the answer would be,
That could contain the rage in me.
Blaming others of my problem,
I could not get them to see.
That’s because the problem,
Was due to me.
I caused the anger to roil around,
Until, finally, I had found.
The truth had been buried deep,
A job that was not complete.
Together, with help, on the phone,
I learned the mistake was my own.
No reason now, to rant and rave,
Now how do I get myself to save,
The shame of letting go,
On one who doesn’t even know,
Why I said the things I did,
I couldn’t keep the anger in.
I will try another day,
To keep all that anger at bay,
Until the time is right,
And I can yell in the night.
To release the pressure built up in me,
So that no one else will see,
Displaced anger caused by pain,
I’ll try ever harder to contain.
~ van ~
- Those with power don’t care that you’re angry, they care when you use that anger to organise (progressivesteaparty.wordpress.com)
- Keep a lid on stroke anger (arockystrokerecovery.com)
- Anger (An excerpt from Pulling Dead Daisies) (donnabumpus.com)
- Emotional Humans (aopinionatedman.com)