What Burns Inside

July 8, 2013

Anger, Is the fire that burns your insides.

The instant flare that you get

when you think or look a someone

who has broken your heart.

The sadness that you can’t find

a reason for but you know it is there.

Anger, stays even when there’s laughter.

Every strike of laugher chips away at the anger

but then the laughter dies away and

the anger is still strong.

Stinging your heart, like a whip on a slave’s back.

The whipmaster yelling try harder

you’re failing to do what he asked

the whip comes down harder.

He laughs at your misery.

You’re wishing you were somewhere else

anywhere else out of the whips reach, but

you know you’re not getting there soon enough.

Anger, stays until night then leaves.

It might just stay many nights more

until you bore him with your sadness

or don’t give the right reaction anymore.

Anger, waits for the perfect meal,

Like an ally cat waiting outside a restaurant

for its next meal, flicking it’s tail

with every flick of its tail it hurts

it keep flicking it's tail waiting until your heart breaks

thinking it will be funny to see you fall.

Anger is the only thing that will say

you’re still human and you are alive.

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