In Fury Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the caverns of the heart, where shadows dance,
A tempest brews, a fiery trance.
Anger rises, a storm unfurls,
A symphony of rage, in tumult swirls.

A spark ignited, a flame takes hold,
In the furnace of fury, stories unfold.
A wildfire raging, consuming all,
The tempest within, a relentless squall.

Burning bridges, scorching ties,
Anger's flames reach for the skies.
The heart, once tranquil, now ablaze,
In the furnace of anger, reason lays.

A molten river of resentment flows,
Through the valleys of despair it goes.
Scalding words, like lava, erupt,
Destruction follows, emotions disrupt.

Yet, in anger's grip, there lies a choice,
To silence the tempest, to still the voice.
For in the aftermath of the fiery storm,
Regret remains, a lingering, cold form.

So let us learn to temper the blaze,
To navigate anger's tumultuous maze.
For in understanding, forgiveness lies,
And from the ashes, compassion will rise.