The Weight

Angered words, Aanger thoughts, lead me to my angered acts. When I'm angered, I don't see red- I see nothing. But I feel this empty weight. This empty weight that grabs at my chest. It holds me in its sights. With its hands grabbing and pulling, With its voice whispering in my thoughts, Telling- encouraging my angered acts. Violence blooms inside my veins. This violence, This anger, It sits and boils inside. It sits and boils with no escape, Leaving me with this empty weight. This weight can't be lifted. Not until I act on my angered thoughts.