Anger

This seething rage consumes me, Flows through my veins like poison Controlling my emotions and body with no mercy Leaving me helpless and feeble in my soul Is this loathing one that makes me powerful? Or one that endangers the ones I love? For this is the real question I wish to ask to the heavens above Dear lord, what is this envy and rage Which inspires me to do the unthinkable? Damage, create, neglect and hate; A toxic but indescribable feeling The fire I have enkindled burns red before my eyes, With a greater fury than I have yet fostered My voice aches with the desire to insult with spite, Yet my mind seems to turn away This rage haunts me every second of the day When will this chaos end? Violence and war follow in its footsteps But my unwavering anger does not bend.