On Anger

PUBLISHED IN ‘TEMPTATION’ – AN ANTHOLOGY OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

In the bright white light

Of incandescent hatred and deep dislike

And fowl frustration

I dwell.

The burning hopelessness

The lure of the abyss

Too wretched to dismiss

A reeking rotten smell.

A damned desire, fetid feverish

To harm and destroy

Hurt all that was joy

Such thoughts define

My living hell.

But then the worst is passed

The peace returns at last

A less corruptive taste

Enshrouds the futile waste

The snapping of the spell.

The feeling’s gone but not forgotten

Not now not then not ever

Not all together

Not now I’ve lost

The shelter of my shell.

Madness, that firm unyielding master

May one day yet return

Then will the malice burn

As tolling comes the bell.

But for now the cuckoo’s in its cell

But for now my wrath rests where it fell

But for now the end I can’t foretell

But for now be well be well be well.