I talk to my anger as I would to a wild dog

or pray to it as to a wild God

either way it's the same

hard to give it a name

but you pick at the knot

anti-spray it with reason

suffer the more

and choke it off

until the feeling subsides

while others pat you on the head

as if to say "ok, there's nothing you can do,"

 

and would I want to?

there is no finishing line

no cause celebre

only a sweat that pours

when tears would be better

and the folly of course of sticking to the letter.