I'm done, so done.

Coursing, filling, scorching my veins,
It's leaving me with little to no control.

It's scarlet aura is a sight for sore eyes,
Yet it's beauty only intrigues my spirit.

Trying to contain it is full of hilarity,
It is its own entity: Vibrant, Frightening, a force to be reckoned with.

It pushes my adrenaline to heights unheard of,
A racing heart beat, Tremors rock through to my fingertips.

I'm done, so done, the world has no clue,
I want seclusion, destruction, and my wrath to be felt.

Everything pricks at the annoyance my mind exhibits,
eyes dart back and forth; cutting like freshly sharpened daggers.

I'm done, so done- No touch, No words, Not anything.
Just let my spirit embrace this feeling and my soul cuddle it's fierceness.

I'm angered, so angered, even my taste buds taste it.

Author's Note

I'm extremely annoyed right now. Like I just want to punch something or someone, so instead? I took it out on my poetry. Have fun.

Reviews

[Dana Walker]

Intense, and your intensity is palpable. I feel the overwhelment, the frustration and despair. It feels like you are overcoming some addiction,or perhaps you are addicted to anger and isolation. Great flow and description. You show me. Make me feel. Instead of telling me, which is important in writing. Show me. Don't tell me. Thanks for the emotion and the read. Blessings.

[Rose Masen]

Anger. No addiction. Lol. But yes, it feels as if I am on a high of some sort when I get in this feeling. Ty for the review. :}

[Everett DeValle]

The emotions were raw, yet controlled in your verse that it made your stanza jump out in your poetic words, Rose...lovely.

And such a Virgo lol jk. ;)