Ire

Ire

Anger, I know you.
Nipping at ears
Slipping on to tongues.

Anger, I’ve seen you
So quiet and still,
Plotting – Revenge seeming sweet.

Anger, I felt you
Like a burnt up rage
Holding my fist,
Calling out things
–  mostly what Regret hates

Anger, Oh Anger
How you entice,
Inciting these moments
– the ones that still haunt.

Anger,
So fleetingly you were here,
Yet all that is left – even right,
Though it’s wrong,
Is a fugitive destruction.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

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