Anger is my muse
It flows through me
Left from an argument
I try to calm down
I walk through the cold night
Throw rocks at trees
Nothing helps, it's still there
I walk around the house
My breath is crystal puffs in front of me
I stand in the field and listen
The world is silent
Except for the low hum of a transformer
It soothes me and the anger ebbs
My dog shows up and starts to lick my face
The anger receeds, leaving calm confusion in it's wake
