Anger
anger feeds off hurt
buried somewhere in your heart
in a shallow grave,
and in times of pain
memories resurrect it
restoring its strength
it needs no excuse
to weaponize cold contempt
unleashing hatred
on all those it blames
for life's failures and downfalls
while blind to the why
anger lacks control
it's a knee-jerk reaction
to a perceived slight;
an instant response
that's triggered by the desire
to send the hurt back
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