angerstorm

my anger is rolling inside, from my neck to my groin; up and down, up and down it goes. there is a tornado in my body, a cyclone, a blizzard, a thunderstorm; rolling and rolling for hours, for days; rolling up, rolling down. it’s rolling for weeks, for months, for years. the angerstorm does not stop. you can’t make it stop. i can’t make it stop.  sometimes it subdues for a minute, for two. it feels warm inside for a moment, for instant. there is no time to warm-up, there is no time to let go. the moment is gone. the instant is lost. the anger is back rolling up, rolling down; my boundless angerstorm.