Scalding Ocean of Repressed Rage Meaning & Interpretation

"I was standing on a jagged cliff overlooking an ocean that was thrashing wildly under a dark, bruised sky. Instead of cool water, the waves were scalding hot, sending thick clouds of steam hissing into the cold night air. Deep down in the depths, a sharp red light pulsated, turning the dark water into a churning bowl of boiling foam. With every crash against the rocks, the water roared like a furious beast, spraying burning droplets high into the air. I smashed my fists against the hard stone edge, feeling a hot, sharp frustration rising in my chest that matched the violent rhythm of the sea below. The tide kept slamming harder and harder, refusing to calm down, until the whole world felt like it was about to explode into steam."