Anger looks like a tall dark humanoid figure
with no face or features.
This anger is not man or women,
cat or dog;
Nor is it a figment of my imagination,
It follows me like a bad habit.
Like a shadow trailing me
as I walk down the vacant road of redemption
as it attempts to over come me.
Anger taste like warm blood at the bottom of your lip
as I try to be the victor of this
Know who’s behind you.
Know how to laugh
because all this is nothing more
than an emotion.