Anger (a poem)

Anger,

Why so much anger?

This palpable anger,

Pent up, bound up,

Working its way out.

Angry

At him,

At her,

At God,

At everyone

Including yourself.

This tension

Is tangible,

This blood, our blood,

Is spilling

On pages written

And

Feelings hidden.

Dead ends,

The deep end,

How far will you go

In your search for

Contradiction?

Where is the boundary

To self-deceit?

In time

The time will come

To consider the

Next generation.