Anger & Loss of Control
Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be speaking, the darkness
subdued by light, having survived
another long cold night.
Copyright © Anonymous Norman | Year Posted 2009
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