the anger and sadness inside of us
build up like a brick wall
and eventually come tumbling down
each brick representing a yell of frustration
the sorrow and hurt within us
are filled within a bottle
and the bottle breaks open
as we slam it to the floor
filled with anguish
and each glass shard being one of our many tears
all of these things
and feelings
occurring suddenly and extremely rapid inside our minds
and the baggage of stress we carry
soon completely overwhelm us
to a point where
we can carry the baggage no longer
and we fall to the floor
on our knees
face in our small palms
weeping uncontrollably.


the title of this poem is a feeling that i cannot yet describe.
all i know is it is a mixture of frustration, sadness, stress, and heartbreak
all put into one
what a wretched way to feel.



-a.r.