Sometimes anger distorts my vision and creates a sense of being lost and alone
The eruptions of the volcano colours all that I see
And I am no longer in control
Of that which I never was really in control of
I can’t continue
I can’t understand
I can’t see straight
And
I
HOWL
And then
All comes back to reality
And all reason returns
To its right place
And
I think I am again
In control
Until
The next time