Anger

In the silence, fury blooms like a wild rose,

Petals sharp with a words unspoken, thorns unseen.

A tempest swirls within, where passion flows,

Each heartbeat drums a rhythm of disdain,

As anger surges, unchecked and unrestrained.

It paints the world in shades of crimson pain,

A turbulent sea where peace is constrained.

Yet beneath the storm, a yearning lingers deep,

To tame the tempest, find a tranquil shore.

In anger's grip, emotions twist and leap,

Seeking release, seeking solace evermore.

For anger, though fierce, is but a passing tide,

In its wake, calm waters silently abide.