seething

A seething anger. Growing increasingly large as each tick of the larger hand makes its round.
Each thought reflected over the past mistake amplifies the pain that you deal with.
Maybe if one thing had changed differently an alternative outcome could have arisen.
An alternative outcome; isn't that what we all dream of?
The thought that some chance incident would lead you to living a more satisfying life.
A life which holds content.
Something which few people possess.

And the seething anger grows.
Multiplies.
Becomes a disease.
and ultimately cripples.