Anger fills the open eyes,

Red mist spews as free cries,

Time is a healer,

But anger’s my dealer.

Damage, destruction to all those with hope,

What do you do, how do you cope?

The force erupts out of my chest,

Releasing that, that’s whats best.

Channeled down up through my arms,

Smashing the wall is all that calms.

The cut opens new and fresh,

The flood leaks from new exposed flesh.

The tension is gone,

But not for long.

It will creep back,

Giving me a rock hard slap.

I can show this anger to anyone at all,

Alas I show it to this inanimate wall.