Anger Poem by RIC BASTASA

how to deal with you?

i ignore you like an
uninvited visitor.

but then you insist
that there is something
in you that is very urgent.

i face you
and i burst into one waterfall
from a very high cliff
after a heavy rain.

you turn into a driftwood.
and i become the raging waters
running
without direction.

the snakes and
crabs are taken
and i have no choice
but to sound like a roaring
lion.

i want to stop
but you do not have anymore
ears to listen.

you have become
my own ugly face
and i am afraid to see
the face of the
real mirror.