Here is a poem for when you’re feeling angry.
Hope ground into garnet glass, washing love’s hair gray,
As heartbreak flooded the blood-stained street.
Her nostrils flared, her palate full of lust,
Desire not quenched or rinsed,
Rage hurtled from the cracks.
Anger her shield and revenge her sword,
She charged toward her enemy.
Revenge raked her sword across the demon’s face,
Ripping away his cloak of deceit,
His wounds raw and peeled open to truth,
he begged for mercy,
But the lioness licked the crimson from her blade,
And watched with unforgiving eyes.