Word play...

There is pain. There is sheer agony. But, why or what is anger doing here? Helpless, but there is help and hope somewhere. The moments that overwhelm seem to take over everything nowadays. The flashing of how things should have been keeps elongating as things keep going otherwise in each phase of life. These flashes are blinding more and more of what is visible less and less. A return to who I was becomes inevitable in order to shed what keeps clouding. This, followed by embracing anger again; Only to end up in a never-ending cycle of strife that fails to ripen to rot someday.