sunday poetry

anger is a funny thing
it takes hold of your brain
manipulates, as drug-like rage pulses through your veins

overcome with self-righteousness
you feel the need to shout
SHOUT
and suddenly you're too shameless to worry about
what all those people are staring at you for

because anger is fueled with confidence
I am right and you are wrong
and there's nothing you can do about it

anger numbs
and when you finally realize your own foolishness
you are filled with emptiness