Anger is a buzzing bee

Anger is a buzzing bee
that stings upon the hour,
its wings distract the fragile moon
of depression’s fragrant flower,

the blue buzz of moonlight
sings softly like a hymn,
yet melancholy thoughts and sounds
repeat a mantra dim,

it hurts to laugh and cry and languish.
It often feels an ache,
that bee that buzzes on the hour -
it means so much to hate!

so empty the message here within
as empty as the storm,
yet bitter as the daylight comes,
it never stops to mourn.