The Anger Returning
I’d thought I’d dealt with it enough to take it off the active list,
I’d thought the work I’d done had moved it well into the mist
Of the addressed and processed and the filed in the behind,
The anger returning, and the anger is the kind.
The anger returning is the signal of the unfinished work,
The anger returning is the thing I’ve tried to shirk
But can’t because the system of the processing requires the rounds,
The anger returning, and I’m listening to the sounds.