Anger. No Wonder People Take Medication For This. Poem by Gabriella Mantone

What's this slow feeling of gradual anger? Wrapping its dreadful arms around my patience. Squeezing my chest, cracking my ribs, robbing my love.
It's breath enhances me, choking me like hoards of smoke, bringing tears to my sorrowful eyes.
It crawls through my body. Tickling me. Making me jump, turning on those who love me. It's voice, so seductive, these words enter my brain, raging it's way around my thoughts, tormenting me.
People question me. What has sucked the honey sweet smiles, the bantering laughs, the loving words and clasping warmth? Leaving you empty and heartless. Oh dear I'm so sorry. But anger has consumed me, it latches on my heart and controls my emotions, my actions. It controls who I am.
Please run, before I catch you. These words I didn't mean, leave me to the devouring mouth of fury.
Its footstep, echoing through my doorway. I tuck behind the covers, but thats no protection to the power of madness. It grabs me, breaks my bones. Shakes my sanity.
It escapes at the morning light. But it leaves bruises up and down my body. Seeping in my blood which boils with its torturous grasp. And I rise, painted with the colors of anger. Painted with the truth.