This Anger
angers me more
than the anger I felt
while being angered
yesterday.
It's just
that this anger in me
consumes the anger of yesterday
plus it feeds
upon the anger of my yesteryears.
It just grows and grows,
while feeding and devouring,
the angers I felt
in my past.
It intensifies
yet it digests the leftovers
from my past angers.
It does.
But even worst,
this anger of mine
never sleeps.
It just feeds and grows,
at all times.
Glutton, having the desire for something.
Anger is an emotion caused by somebody upsetting us or causing us great pain. Anger blinds us from seeing things the way they are . It blinds us from the truth. There is also the kind of anger that can be triggered by little or nothing. Either way you look at it we all have to find a way how to cope with anger. It is unhealthy. I hope I read your poem right. Enjoyed reading.