I am Anger
I wait within your will, prepared to grow,
and boil inside the chambers of your heart.
My rise will reach the brink and overflow,
to make you feel the fire you dare to start-
With one last nerve to burn, before I blow.
Copyright © Jessica Wheeler | Year Posted 2024
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