gusty plover
Anger will change one's conceptions to deeds,
Anger is hungry, and on minds it feeds.
And when sadness meets with the rage inside,
They result in shame, or result in pride.
For anger is twisted, it fools one's mind,
It bestows insight, on even the blind.
It takes his grief and converts it to wrath,
Yet no triumph awaits him on such path.
Anger is relentless, anger is fierce,
Anger is a knife, and its edge can pierce.
And when anger grows inside one's heart,
His wounds will widen, and his aches will start.
And once his rage grows beyond its peak,
Despair will hit as a slap on the cheek.
When he sees his grief returning again,
Bargaining will be the cure to his pain.
chilly storm