Consumed (poem)
I know I’m frustrated. I know I’m angry. I don’t know why. I know what to do To try to quell it, But for one reason I don’t want to let it go. I surround myself with Loud noises and angry voices Ride a wave of my own Feather spitting. And still I don’t know why, I just am. A vigorous scribble scratched Inside my skull, No end to pull at. Just gritted teeth Tense shoulders Clenched fists My feet stomping one After the other. Feeling if I lose this feeling I’ll never get it back. This is my fire, but Its uncontrolled and unfocused I revel in it as I Blister and burn Tightness in my ribs Dare you cross me now?