In the shadowed corners of my mind,
A tempest brews, unkind and wild,
Flames of anger, fierce and blind,
A storm within, relentless, riled.

Words, like arrows, sharp and fast,
Pierce the silence, leave a scar,
The echoes of a bitter past,
Fuel the fire, near and far.

Eyes ablaze with molten ire,
Rage consumes the tender soul,
A heart set ablaze by its own fire,
Burned to ashes, yet still whole.

And when the storm begins to wane,
A hollow calm pervades the air,
But anger’s mark will ever remain,
A testament to the soul’s despair.