Anger

Anger doesn't live here but sometimes he visits.

Here I lie on my bed, door closed, windows closed. Here he comes seeping in. The room goes dark, hes surrounding me, trying to penetrate my soul. Its so dark and cold I feel so alone, scared that he will overpower me like all men, that I will lose all love and light and only be filled with darkness, anger and hate. When he leaves, he leaves like a snake in the grass, slithering away.