Consumed
I know I’m frustrated.
I know I’m angry.
I don’t know why.
I know what to do
To try to quell it,
But for one reason
I don’t want to let it go.
I surround myself with
Loud noises and angry voices
Ride a wave of my own
Feather spitting.
And still I don’t know why,
I just am.
A vigorous scribble scratched
Inside my skull,
No end to pull at.
Just gritted teeth
Tense shoulders
Clenched fists
My feet stomping one
After the other.
Feeling if I lose this feeling
I’ll never get it back.
This is my fire, but
Its uncontrolled and unfocused
I revel in it as I
Blister and burn
Tightness in my ribs
Dare you cross me now?
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 18th Dec 2020 16:48
I like the way you've written this, with such self awareness that it really takes me back to times gone by when I've felt like that too. But after too much fire is too much ash.
I look forward to reading more.