anger

red hot, burning.
hating, deep within.
what he even said
is lost in all the din.

my mind is turning circles,
running down its hateful foe.
imagining the things to say;
fighting blow for blow.

the feeling of deep sadness
and, lonely at my core,
drives me to feel empty,
emotions start to soar.

the feelings too complex
to fully outward say
cannot be expressed
in any normal way.

so poem, be my emptying.
let me be at rest within.
calm the burning turmoil
evoked with thought of him.