Anger

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.