anger
it is easier
than bearing the grief
that comes
from acknowledging
the loss
of something
you once had

shift the blame
scream
the ugly words
sit and simmer
in that black pot
of rage

meanwhile
the grief remains
stuffed down
hidden
but ever expanding
threatening
to speak
its terrifying truth

hatred
is so much easier
than looking inward
and admitting
the role
you played
in the tragedy