anger is a prison

Here I am
Sitting in the corner of this prison cell
Wondering what time is it already?
For I don't have a clue
I haven't heard the tick of a clock for so long
Nor I haven't seen one.
How many years has it been?
I couldn't recall
For the moment I came here,
I lost my sanity.

Fiery—
I have found the exact word to define this prison cell.
I am drowning in my own sweat
If I had a pail with me, it would overflow
Like an empty cup being filled to brim.

"How did I end up here?"
A question I couldn't find an answer to.
I badly want to know,
But I couldn't do so
For I am too caught up with my anger.

Aha, anger!
I stand up feeling daze
I stroke my heart,
This is where the flames are coming from!
The answer,
It has been with me all along.

I am my own prison cell.
The only way out of here is to actually—
Free myself from the scorch that is inside of me
For anger is a prison.

Tags: Deep, Imagery, Anger,