Raging fires within
Incinerating, burning a hole
Rising above the din
Of the wailing of my soul
Carnage widespread
Of the depths of my mind
Unfettered, unchecked
Fueled by a rage blind..
Such was my anger
Fed on envy, greed, pride
A thunderous monster
Swallowing me with jaws wide.
***
The fire died
By itself consumed
As my soul cried
Charred, but exhumed
A faint, positive voice
Rose from within
Giving me a choice
Of resurrecting
Whatever remained
Of my destroyed being
Fate had ordained
Massive rebuilding.
Anger spent, pride gone,
Greed, envy disappeared
As I sat alone, forlorn
Hope in its glory appeared.
Under its calming influence
My soul filled with love to the brim
Contentment and faith in confluence
Transformed my condition grim.
Evils of past now purged
With a steely resolve maintained
Into the future I lurched
Keeping my anger contained.
Passion...unbridled 
Nice. You’ve done well to paint the idea of a battlefield inside. I can imagine these war grounds and know their damage.
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Thanks!
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But, anger also is a feeling, do we really need to kill it totally? I don’t think we should 🙂
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I was thinking more about the destructive kind of anger. I think initial anger propels you to do something about your situation, but if unchecked, it starts affecting you negatively. Personally that is where I felt my anger at that moment was going, so I tried to deflect it by writing this poem.:)
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oh, that’s nice. But in my opinion, I feel anger should be allowed as we allow other feelings, unless otherwise there is a purpose, god would have forbidden this anger from human.But what you have done is good! 🙂
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I agree
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