Anger
The eye is filled with rage and continues to grow red.
The red continues to expand,
As everything inside me,
Told me to not let the emotion take over.
As it continues to grow,
The cage for rage breaks
As it shatters, the rage goes into flames.
As the flames
Fumes, the tension shortens,
As if it's not there.
Like, what's the point,
Of
Anger,
If it's
not there
at all?
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