The entrance of anger.

The entrance of anger.

There is a system

Of filtration

It cleanses the harshest

Of words away

The bitterest truths

Are caught up

In the bureaucracy

Of exchange.

Arbitration

Assumes a meaningful identity

As a responsible adult

In a new lexicon.

A buffer barring

The conscious progress

Of free flow,

Stemming the tide.

The onrush of blame

Caught

In a flush of remorse,

Blocking the drain of

Blind emotion

Until it overflows

Into a garden of remembrance.

The entrance of anger

Is an examination

In progress.

A jumbled passage

Of cluttered apology,

Stacked high

With unread returns

Whole treaties of excuses,

So much left unsaid

Never explained

In the brochure.

Anger is divisive

The truth of this

Is a lie,

An expression

Unspoken in common parlance.

It awaits the awakening

Of disappointment

To ignite its sorry soul.

Tearing it

From emotional torpor

Presenting it

With an opportunity to shine

In the limelight

Of its own standing

In the hierarchy

Of special circumstance.

When righteous anger

About to snap

Is barely held in check

By a fraying thread

Of good grace

And uncommon civility.

So much for

Humility.

When the tired cord

Finally breaks.