Poems about anger

What then must I do to live again?
There were many terrible things;
That my being has experienced,
That my eyes have seen,
My ears have heard,
Till there was nothing left of me
Nothing left of sanity or decency
Nothing left of space
To put a foot in, to change the pace
Nothing left of time
To correct the wrong that wronged me
There was nothing left but the door
To open and step into a new realm
A new experience
So why won’t you just open the door?

Victor Oyedele