In the heat of anger’s blaze,
We speak in words that cut like rays,
Our tempers flare, our voices rise,
And clarity is lost in cries.
The moments passed in furious haste,
Are like shadows that can’t be erased,
They linger on with heavy weight,
Turning fondness into fate.
We shout and fume, and lash out wide,
Not seeing the hurt we leave behind,
The hurtful words that once did sting,
Become a haunting, sorrow’s ring.
When calm returns, and tempers cool,
We see the damage, feel the fool,
For anger leaves its mark so deep,
And sows regret we cannot sweep.
Yet through the ache and shame we bear,
We find a chance to mend and care,
To learn from pain and find release,
And turn our anger into peace.
