Fit For Anger

No surprises Ihave reacheda moment mineof anger replete. I’ll try to carrymy cross my best.But I boil angeris from my chest. Hold me now itis a moment now.My heart it hitsmy ribs it pounds. The voices theyrise up for clarity.What is valuableyou do find petty. A voice a hand indark conversate.An opinion a mindnow let…