In the depths of a fiery storm,
Anger brews with a relentless force,
Its whispers like a roaring sea,
Unleashing chaos, refusing remorse.
A tempest born from wounded pride,
It crashes through the fragile walls,
Echoing with a thunderous cry,
As peace within us slowly falls.
Eyes burn with unspoken flames,
Words sharp as a dagger’s edge,
Each breath a fuel to the blaze,
As patience teeters on the ledge.
Yet in the silence after the storm,
A calmness seeks to mend and heal,
A whisper of understanding grows,
Teaching us what anger conceals.