I am physically ******* and
mentally chewing on this factual statement
I release the pent up anger
that I've lingered​ over and
blood​ starts to boil, yet
I'm imbued with a sense of well-being​ which
is like seeing yourself with a knife in your brain
and thinking it's fine so you see it again.

Of necessity and because of my age
any rage is a carefully controlled emotion.

A lifetime,
a pastime?
but now it's time to get real.

I deal from the bottom of the pack,
got to have an edge
but that's harking back to
the bad old days and the
old ways have gone.

Game on.