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Anger
A poem on Anger |
| Anger Its slowly building inside of me A fiery ball of metal spikes ready to be set free Free to fuck shit up To smash everything The pressure expands The aggression demands expression Only to be pushed further into suppression I’m ready to let loose I’m ready to call a truce With my neurotic psyche The crazy melodramatic voice in my head That leaves me energetically and motivationally dead The anger bubbles Frustration doubles I'm ready to send my fist through a wall Instead I fall Fall deeper into scarcity Nothing is ever enough Afraid to ask for help cause I’m too fucking tough My piss off winds around my body like suffocating vines And I want to stomp around, rip up stop signs And throw them through car windows Instead I lay stiff Closed off to the world Closed off to the life I want and can create Because I am swallowed by my irate state Full of hate for the mind debate I feel stuck in Trying to surrender to my higher self The self that lets shit go Lets the pain flow effortlessly through me In lieu I allow the pain to subdue me I feel heavy and dense Like a wrecking ball Ready to demolish buildings I am in Intense suspense in anticipation for explosion |