In the heart of fury’s storm, where anger takes form,
A tempest brews, wild and unrestrained,
Its whispers echo in the thunder’s roar,
A symphony of chaos, untamed and unexplained.
The skies darken with each pulsing beat,
Lightning dances across the midnight air,
While shadows stretch in the heat of the feud,
And the world quivers beneath its fiery stare.
Rage, a river flowing with molten might,
Carves canyons deep in the soul’s terrain,
Its waves crashing against the shores of reason,
Leaving behind the echoes of its reign.
Yet, within the eye of this tumultuous gale,
Silence holds a fleeting, fragile peace,
A reminder that even in wrath’s fierce embrace,
There lies the chance for anger’s release.