Anger's Name

I sat with my anger on the chair We sat so long, I felt hatred so I said a prayer, Then into space I began to stare Thinking why was there rage and no care. And there I sat mad and very angry, To whoever that I met, or whoever I did see. I sat with my anger now on the couch seat No one did I want to see or greet, I looked and I continually felt a defeat With everyone that I passed or that I did meet. I was angry at everyone that just said, "hi", I wished that they all would just instead cry. I finally decided that I sat with my anger long enough I was so tired of its lies and its bluff, Anger made me very weak and it tough I got so sick and tired of feeling this rough. So, then I decided that I would try a grin, I wasn't going to allow my anger to win. My anger wouldn't give me no relief It greedily stole my emotions just like a thief, Then anger told me a secret in disbelief And it made the story so very brief. Because of anger I felt sadness and shame, But, then anger whispered that grief, was his real name. Randy L. McClave