Thoughts of an ordinary person

VI

Beneath the burning sun, the tempest wakes,

A primal force, in fury, it partakes.

Anger, a flame consuming from within,

An untamed storm that knows no discipline.

Its flames ignite within a troubled heart,

A searing fire that tears worlds apart.

An ember glowing with an intense heat,

Its ire relentless, refusing to deplete.

Through clenched fists and fiery eyes it speaks,

A torrential downpour no one seeks.

A whirlwind brewing, tearing at the seams,

Unveiling pain that hides in silent screams.

In anger's grip, reason's light is blind,

As chaos reigns and rages unconfined.

Words, like daggers, pierce the peaceful air,

Leaving scars that etch a torment so unfair.

But beneath the rage that consumes and steals,

Lies wounds unhealed, misunderstood and real.

For anger wears a mask, a hollow guise,

A cry for love and solace in disguise.

So let us seek to understand this fire,

To tend its flames with empathy, not ire.

For in the midst of wrath's unyielding sway,

A chance for growth and healing finds its way.

Let anger teach us what we need to know,

To feel compassion in its fiery glow.

For in the depths of rage, a heart can learn,

To find forgiveness, and in kindness, yearn.