In the depths of my soul, a storm begins to brew,
A fiery tempest, wild and uncontrolled,
Whispers of anger, like a fierce wind that blew,
Consuming my being, making me bold.

The flames of wrath, they rise and dance,
Shadows cast in the light of ire,
A seething fury, given every chance,
To scorch the earth with its blazing fire.

My heart, a battlefield, torn and scarred,
Each pulse a drumbeat of relentless rage,
Emotions raw, defenses unbarred,
Caged within, like a beast in a cage.

Yet beyond the tempest, a calm awaits,
A haven of peace, where anger fades,
Through the storm, I glimpse the gates,
To serenity’s embrace, where the fury abates.