depicting: Anger

No light can pass across the mind,
No thought of clear contempt.
A storm of blood red thunder flashes,
Rolling, tumbling, a relentless fall.
With stripes of black and yellow slit eyes,
A burst of strength and an explosion of claws.

Anger does not think before action,
A gun? A knife? A thick puddle of roses?
Envies twin, or a love that's scourned,
A broken heart or from lonliness' call.
Stars collide before your eyes,
A prick from a thorn that waited to strike.

Anger is a passion to an obsesive extent,
It stalks your mind with maliciou intent.


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