Anger

To a place of bitterness

was where my anger took me.

Hurting from the words of another

was sparked each time the thought of that person

entered my mind.

The feeling inside

was as a burning coal.

An urge to cast it away

so that the subject

and cause of my anger

could feel it's burn

held me.

He felt nothing.

He didn't even realize that I was angry.

My emotion of anger was wasted

for much too long a season.

The only one my anger burned was me.