Angry

I was angry,
infuriated.
I pushed
and was pushed.
I staggered back,
caught my balance,
and lunged forward.
I struck out
and missed my target.
Off balance,
I took a shot to the jaw.
Stars sprung and swirled
around me.
I lowered my head
and ran forward,
tackling my opponent
and knocking him down.
I straddled him
and punched again and again
at his face.
He raised his hands in defense,
but I pinned them to the floor.
He begged me to stop
and I continued to hit him.
He lost conscious for a moment
and awoke to more blows.
Please God, stop,
he moaned.
I stopped and looked at him,
face bleeding,
body contorted beneath me.
I’m sorry, he screamed.
Stop hitting me.
I sat there, straddling his body,
and tried to remember
what he was sorry for.