Rising off the backs
Of moments passed
Inflating the present
Beyond its own capabilities
Blinded to that fact
It zero’s in on its fresh target
With unbridled determination
Overstating the importance and value
Of the pedestal it has chosen
To perch itself upon
Long after this battle is done
And it has stepped down
To hide its face
Amongst the shadows of dormant emotions
It sits drenched in the fuels
Created throughout life
Waiting to combust
With any contact with
A new and seemingly insidious spark
blackswanpoetry 
Anger does seem to simmer down deep but in a convenient spot for rising in the throat like indigestion, just from the mere thinking of anger incidents from the past…
It really does. Thanks for reading Lindy
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