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Feb 2015
January 15, 2015 9:40am

I feel the anger swell within me
nothing to do but feel my hands shake
and trace my eyes across the texture of the carpet
hoping to find more steady breaths
or some sort of comfort in writing
but my head feels like static on a television
while my stomach turns in disgust
every limb of mine stays tense
a restriction in my chest
to keep my lungs from filling
and my heart from beating or bursting
I'm seeing only red blurs
and mind games of the Devil's Carnival
step right up at your own risk
I can't promise no one's getting hurt

-*newportsmooths h.g.
hope garthwait
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hope garthwait  tulsa
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