Anger still
Dwells in my head.
Rushing rage
Instead of quiet thoughts
Those not laid to bed
Ones none can quiet
Pushing thru
Shoving niceness
Out the door
Seeing red.
A cold blizzard
Filled with evil
The only thing in store.
Standing alone
Hurting head
Wrongs done
Festering
Boiling in my veins
Cursing
Spewing words of malice
Unprecedented dread.
Anger still
Still anger in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016