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A Diagram of Me Losing It

Stagnant saturated rage 
     Steeped in exhaustion
White knuckles from holding the valve closed
     But fat drops still escape and 
Plop onto the ground

Little bombs; vicious words; 
      Daggers thrown from watery eyes
Disregard is more painful that confrontation

It festers and curls blackened tendrils
      Around my heart
Pieces of my self are 
      Falling from a spigot...

Copious streams of anger coursing 
      Through my body
Laughing, just minutes ago; 
      I was calm
There is no where for the darkness to go now

It swoops down on everyone around me 
      Like a nuclear cloud
There is no feeling now for I am merely 
      A conduit of the emotion

Now distant and cold, fortified in a small place 
      Somewhere in my head

Once the storm has passed,
      Apologies will be required.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 12/25/2010 9:04:00 PM
I'm a fan. We might be riding same vibe
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Date: 12/25/2010 2:18:00 PM
Congratulations on your featured poetry this week Kelly. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/24/2010 3:05:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your work this morn...The little word that is the key here is Exhaustion..We do and say things out of exhaustion that ordinarily we would not even think of..Hurting people hurt people..Congratulations on your poem being featured this week..Sara
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