Shiver in my spineA Poem by Cole SpireI don't understand any more.I feel myself becoming pissed off. No, not just pissed off. I feel myself becoming angry. Angry at every little thing, angry at every human being, angry at the world. I don't understand how I can get this mad. Even worse I don't know why it is happening. I'm a very controlled person, I don't let my emotions get the better of me. Or at least I try not to. I find myself looking in the mirror and feeling a shiver go down my spine. Not even recognizing the person staring back at me. I don't think I have changed that much. Five years hasn't been that rough on me has it? I have been happy for a long time. Ever since I met Erica. I haven't felt the pain of being unwanted or being alone. The fact that I was with someone carried me everywhere. I was loved and didn't need to be angry anymore.
My life has changed many times since then and I am sure it will change many more. But why am I so angry right now? I see it in my words, hear it in my tone. There doesn't seem to be a relief for this frustration. My job has taken over my life, and i have let it happen yet again. Tonight I directed my co-worker in what to do, Taking the lead even though i am no better or higher than he is. I feel frustrated that i have to do this again. I wanted to be a peon. And here I am taking charge.
My life isn't the cause. It couldn't be the cause, i love my wife and my son. I feel like I am stuck in this malestrom that is pulling my control away from me. Frustration sets in easier now. Stress comes faster. Anger is just beyond the horizon.
I don't understand how I can look into my own image, and be afraid. Seeing my own eyes looking back at me, and having to break gaze. Knowing who I am, and it sending a shiver down my spine.
I feel like I am losing grip on myself. I feel like I am losing the thing that makes me me. I feel like I am losing my soul to darkness. I feel like I am losing my life.
I am stagnent, like so many ponds of scum after a hurricane. I can feel the disease crawling through my skin, The parasites attacking my brain. I can feel myself losing myself to this anger.
I don't understand..... Why when I look at myself in the Mirror.... I don't recognize the person looking back..... © 2008 Cole SpireFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on November 2, 2008 AuthorCole SpireHolloween Town, NVAbout"Being a writer is like having homework for the rest of your life." -Hank Moody Those are words so true that it is scarey! Aloha! My name is Cole Spire. Colstainous Spirion to be exact but mos.. more..Writing
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