Anger is the withdrawal of love,
Often, but not always, completely.
Anger is the communication method of the other side,
Whether from a willful self-will,
Or blamed on the Other Guy.
Anger is the gun used in the knife fight,
Where feelings overtake love and reason.
Anger has many disguises,
But enjoys itself the most when power is demonstrated.
Anger has no rewind button,
But does often lead to regret.
When love, eventually seeps in,
And brings its BF, forgiveness.
Thank you for another day.
For the warmth.
For the growth.
Thank you for changing.
Making the eve cooler,
And the morning too.
And for the midday sun.
When you are closest to us,
Every reminding of how our existence,
Depends on your mercy.
As we remain engulfed in your presence,
Heading to my loved one for the weekend,
Sunshine beats a path towards the tunnels who will lead me home.
I ignore the grand entrance; built to welcome,
For this journey of anticipation,
And then snub the steps, the Ticketmaster, and the engine drivers.
Casey Jones is no more;
I am distracted from a path made beautiful for me;
And those who are welcoming me before I arrive home.