Anger boils inside
me, sticking to me
like gum underneath
a shoe.
Anger is so vile, turning
into annoyance by the
other person’s words.
They spit out words that
burn a bit, too hot. too hot.
I wince at the thoughts of
wanting to be mean,
I wince at the thoughts
of feeling so upset.
Maybe I shouldn’t say
anything anymore.
Being quiet is way better
than ever speaking again
about personal matters.
Maybe I’m too serious yet
when things go away, and the
silence of many candles go
out, a new day arises, and
the memory of conflict is
forgotten.
For in this world, you only
suffer because you allow it.
We are all human, so feeling
some type of way at the times
of conflict is clearly so.
Date: 07/22/22
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