Anger is a bloodshot red in a bull’s eye ready to face his challenger,
It tastes like an intense inferno burning the back of your throat,
A smell of thick smoke enveloping your body, blinding your way,
Anger looks like a rhino stampeding to defend its young,
The sound of an erupting volcano endlessly regurgitating scalding lava.
Anger has the feel of a kick in the back side bruising your spine,
But lurking in the dark, love can overthrow anger,
Extinguish the flames.