How Do You Do Anger

You enter  

The room of it  

Slow

Low glow

Soft shadow

A question  

You’re not sure  

You want  

To know.

You track it  

Like prints  

In the dust  

Thin trust

Cold gust

A riddle rising  

From rust  

That says  

Follow me  

If you must

You hold it  

Like a clue  

In your fist  

Tight twist

Fog kissed

A cipher  

That insists  

There’s something  

You’ve missed.

You speak it  

In rhyme  

To keep it  

In line

Fine spine

Dark sign

A whisper  

That walks  

The borderline  

Between  

Yours  

And mine.

You chase it  

Through halls  

That shift  

Walls drift

Lights lift

Each turn  

Another gift  

From a ghost  

With a grudge  

And a myth

You face it  

When the maze  

Goes still

Soft thrill

Sharp chill

The moment  

You learn  

Its will  

Is only  

As strong  

As the breath  

You fill

And then  

You let it  

Fade

Blade laid

Heat stayed

A secret  

You’ve finally  

Unmade