Anger betrays
almost anything.
Holding those weak enough
as prisoners in
a gasoline fueled
state of mind, ready to combust
at any given time.
Anger is like a leech.
It eats, breathes, feeds,
and manifest itself within.
Always there;
always staying put.
My conscience
used to nag me to shreds.
Confiding in me
that there was an unfinished business
to discuss (between the sheets)
between him and I
and deep down
I knew that my conscience
was right on,
although I wanted nothing more than to have
that exhausting tug of war emotion
that accompanies just the thought of him to
sail away with the wind.
