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.
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