Anger

. . .

Anger

Rage
In me contagious.
Vile flows
From my cup.
I hold you
Spurting fire.
Ravage all;
Squirming,
Wiggling rut’s.

It does not
Really matter.
My cup
Is always full.
Waiting for my moment,
In rage
To capture you.

Observe
My frothing mouth;
Blood runs
Down my cheek.
Rule every moment;
Full with
My conceit.
I will rule forever’s end,
Captured
You in me.

Nasty,
Vicious,
Violent ways;
Bides my presence
Felt each day.
Stir the froth,
My boiling cauldron.
Last to end;
Full of vile,
Always rotten.

Vengeance,
Feeds my time.