Anger is inevitable.
It's always there.
Below the surface, lurking.
Waiting to be ignited.
All it needs is a spark
To add to its fuel.
To set it off like
Fireworks on the 4th of July.
And when the Anger does finally explode
There is no holding back-
As there's no brake at all.
It scorches and burns
Until only the ashes remain.
-rome m.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts laid bare
Poetrywords flew from my fingertips more than they ever did from my lips
