Anger sleeping in my bed

This anger dwelling deep inside…
These feelings I just can’t seem to hide…
I once had the cork, but I show how lost it.
I now just sit waiting for the next brutal hit.
That crack in the foundation that spews forth my hell
and it sits in here lingering, I can feel it…I can tell.

I force it deep in the basement, away from the intoxicated guests.
but we never know, what might just have to happen next.
The wrong word, or despicable action
could send someone to stay a while in local traction.
The loss of control and out of bounds power
to lead the enemy to beg, run and cower.

Strike down the opposites of my force
to strike hard into my delirious course.
A course of rage and unleashed fury
that could lead me to a standing jury.
A caged animal, waiting to be fed
but for now, it sleeps in my bed.

08/30/2003

Posted on 08/31/2003
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