Following anger..

When yesterday's anger is still with me today.
I wish for tomorrow.
I long for another feeling.
This feels like danger.
The stench of hate is on my breath.
I can taste it in my tears.
Seeping through my skin.
Infecting my every thought.
Muscles aching with frustration.
I want to lash out. I need to lash out.
But the anger is mine alone.
Not for another.
It is too strong.
The damage caused would be unfixable.
I could not live with that.
So I seethe..
The pressure builds as I hold it in.
It wants release.
But I must control how.
And where.
Neither of which I know.
I wish for tomorrow...