It comes
Suddenly goes
Screaming
At times loud like thunder
Then all at once silent
Like the grave
Doesn’t know etiquette
Ignored the notion to behave
Like a bass
It bellows
Like a light
It radiants
Some call it hard
For some it is fast
Like peddles on the train tracks
They sit still then launch off
Moving to some desolate town
Or edging closer to the big city
Making itself know in small rooms
Or public places
It is the nature of anger
To escape the notice of the wielder
Showing up at random instances
Creating havoc in its wake
It is akin to a freight train going off the tracks
It comes
Suddenly goes
Screaming
At times loud like thunder
Boiling like hot water in a rusted mental pot
Scalding the skin
Leaving tight clothes soggy
A yell crackles from a surprised throat
And retreats again
This feeling comes and goes
Like the elusive wind
Love always, Esha ❤
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