Emotionally challenged as the conflict entails,
Red faced and pacing with swear words that gel.
Fury growing, adrenalin’s rushing tide,
Needs a focusing outlet for the tempest to ride.
If left without stoking, it festers and waits
For the hook that will drop, it just needs some bait.
Strong in the clutches in grabbing one’s heart,
The body’s reaction makes shaking limbs start.
The brain is not thinking when blinded in ire,
Control is all lost if burned by the fire.
Fear that consumes us helps create the danger,
A weapon, destroyer, and it is called anger.