Is Sorrow Truly Better Than Anger?

We all have brooding anger,

We all share that higher pain.

But there are days.

Oh, there are days.

It knocked on my door again,

It uttered hello again.

Love is pain. It can be torture.

Point it in the right direction, and you can aim for torture.

What's to gain, except for failure?

No powers work on it, nothing lives after it.

Except for it. It FORCES you to accept it.

Pushes you down to drown, bursts a bubble of anger.

And you can't let all the air out, cause there are people watching this time around,

And next time around, and every other time from now.

I cannot cry, 

I cannot pry.

I can't play the prey,

I lose that way.

I cannot fight,

I lost my might.

I care so much,

I chose not to care at all.

My tears are dry cause my body's cold,

My lips are split and twitch in anger.

My heart begs for mercy while I deal with this matter,

Again, again, and once AGAIN.

I saw this name,

My body grew weak.

I wet my eyes from within,

My bones they reek.

I can't hold the anger spiking for every sin, the emotions tire me.

And I go to sleep knowing the pain tomorrow will hold, emotions starve me this time.

And no cravings are present to save my hunger, nothing here can quench my thirst.

My hatred is spilling.