To experience anger is in itself a curse
Some cope by giving a direction
Some onto their loved ones do direct
While a few just onto anything and anyone reflcting in their reddened eyes
Some realise the cause to be themselves
Only to be slowly hollowed out the deeper they delve
While there always is that minority
That company of erudite idiots who come to the obvious conclusion
The fact that it never really had a direction..
Neither me nor you
It just is and continues to evade the adieu
Tis a dangerous feeling I fear
One that numbs you deeper than a tumbler full of hard liqour.
So I wonder what to do with all this anger
This insidious poison akin to cancer..
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