Anger's Call

Anger is like an addiction

It comes seeping in like a mist that creeps under the cracks of doors and in through the vents of your mind

Oh, to be heard

It comes and goes like rain on a summer day

Anger can hit you like a freight train

It can come and go like a butterfly fluttering by

Oh, to be heard

But it is always there

Some where

In your mind

Waiting to emerge

From the vast ocean that is your mind

Oh, to be heard