A slow burn first, a simmering unrest, A whispered wrong, a deeply felt contest. It coils within, a serpent in the breast, A gathering storm, denying inner rest. A flicker then, a sudden, sharp ignite, As reason yields to shadows of the night. A rush of heat, obscuring what is right, A blinding rage that steals away the light. The jaw is tight, the fists begin to clench, A bitter word, a furious, sharp trench Dug deep within, a hatred to intrench, A raw emotion, primal and immense. The voice may roar, thunder in the air, Or hiss a venom, laced with dark despair. A tremor shakes, a wild and frantic glare, A broken bond, a love beyond repair. The world distorts, a canvas splashed with red, Each slight offense is now magnified and fed. A burning need to see the wrong ones bled, A savage instinct, fiercely led. But in its wake, a desolate domain, Where shattered trust and bitter memories reign. A hollow victory, a lingering pain, And ashes left where gentler hearts have lain. So let it pass, this tempest in the soul, Before it takes a devastating toll. For wrath consumes, and leaves a gaping hole, A heavy price to pay to lose control.