Anger

The pinpoints of anger
screamed upwards from beyonder
than beyond.

in the depths of the lake of suphur
that used to be a coherent abode
of thoughts, feelings and occasional indulgence
in mental slumber

now it's on fire
unreasonable and inexpressible
disaster after disaster
rips through and abounds
in nameless anger
nameless and gormless
tactless and careless
ripping into the outer atmosphere
destroying it's mostly innocent
provoker.

I want to apologize
but i do not know
who i should apologize to.

To me?
to him?
to the world in general?
or is anger simply painted black
while its a thing of immesurable beauty
if used now and then
in dangerous circumstances?

a conundrum as an aside
boggles my mind
for theirein lies the answer
and the solution
to the mental torment
that threatens to overwhelm me
like a storm cloud that comes up
threatening a careless boat in too-deep seas