Anger Poem by mifael llauderes

it burns his flesh from the inside
and he lies to himself
yawn and groan and let a sigh
part them lips and draw a smile

tomorrow is better than today
bad skin peels off
though across the face they may
leave a mark he can't forget

for the wind is a friend
and she always returns
what she took way back then
that she blows 'til it burns

by rearing the embers
in her heart to inflame
that she does every time
and she'll do it again