Soaked with anger, not with rain,
it pours throug marrow,floods the brain.
Each breath a storm,each thought a flame,
no calm to call,no one to blame.

Thunder clenched behind the eyes,
lightning fists that crack the skies.
A silent scream in heavy air,
No one listens.No one dares.

Yet anger dries,and leaves a crust,
of brittle pride and broken trust.
But while it floods,it feels like might,
a fire drowning out the night.