Similarly to when I posted midnight before working at the York races, tomorrow I'll be very busy cooking for friends coming for a meal and then going to a party. Thought I'd save myself a small piece of stress by posting a poem now since it's technically Thursday :')
So this is Thursday 4th August poem.
Fists pound against the brain
heart races
trying to run it's way up the throat
veins thrum with frustration
for a second
or maybe two
everything flashes red.
Fists clench
long to lash out
at anything
mouth forms
a silent scream
everything forced inwards
fearful of what would happen
if all this emotion
felt for just a second
was released.
So this is Thursday 4th August poem.
Fists pound against the brain
heart races
trying to run it's way up the throat
veins thrum with frustration
for a second
or maybe two
everything flashes red.
Fists clench
long to lash out
at anything
mouth forms
a silent scream
everything forced inwards
fearful of what would happen
if all this emotion
felt for just a second
was released.
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