sensing anger

anger is what i feel

when the world falls apart

and there is seemingly nowhere

for me to run

anger is what i see

when i turn on the news

and look at the hopeless faces

screaming for justice

anger is what i hear

when i listen to the dark melodies

of songs played across the radio at

any time of day

anger is what i smell

when the smoke rises from the horizon,

sending a message to those who have

done them wrong.

anger is what you and i

carry inside of us. it eats

us alive until we find a way

to release it. or it consumes us

and all we love with it.