BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Anger.
Is an infected seed that spreads
Its parasitic roots amongst the healthy,
Sucking out all the energy to feed its
Hostile core.
Anger.
A cry for help
Gone unheard,
Dismissed,
Ridiculed by others
Until it is too late to reverse.
Anger.
Weeping entities that grew into behemoth
Icebergs that sank ships of inattentive
Folks that didn’t take heed.
Gasping at the inferno storm
That engulfs the intended targets
And catching strays.
Anger.
Sprouted by variables,
Some reasons more legit while others
Are confused because of pride.
It can be blinded by veils of blood red,
Tainted by innocence ravished
By the world’s ice-cold hearts and eyes.
Anger.
Shoots out a barrage of arrows
Formed by words without thinking twice.
Venomous words at the tip of the tongue
Can cause landslides of emotions.
Sometimes it can cost lives.
Anger.
Does not discriminate.
It hits harder on genuine souls that
Constantly get bullied,
Turning their kindred spirits into a beast
That will destroy until nothing is left behind.
Anger.
Cannot be fully avoided.
Only reactions be tamed,
One can only fully embrace
To calm anger
Till the end of a jagged road,
When the answers behind Anger
Can be acknowledged,
Laying it to rest finally someday.
