I listened to the sweet sound of profanity as my hands gripped the steering wheel...
My feet yearned to feel my car burn through street.
And my heart full of the darkest evil passion, burned at the site of people in their vehicles.
I want to be home.
Im to cruel for the world.
I want to hide and keep my anger inside.
But the closer I get to home the more courageous my rage is.
I want to be home, and I want to forget the world.
I want to breath, without profanity fighting its way out of my mouth....
And I want to confine myself to my room and burn there till calm has found my heart.
Ill take off my shoes and take deep breaths and in an hour or so, I shall be me again.
Written yesterday. Also look for me on FB. Search Life's Poetry. Im just me. Full of love & Rage. All thats sweet, honest & so very complex. Enjoy me in my ride of non enjoyment of life.