I insist

I wrote this in the midst of anger

And these dogs keep barking

these walls keep starring and

gradually all these things keep

accumulating and adding weight

to my anger. I curse this emotion.

It  makes me resent and reject

anything and everything and

anyone that falls inches

within my reach.

 

No words.

PLEASE.

Just silence to silence this

loud anger that has invaded

me like pirates see, I feel like

the angry waves of the Tsunami

so I suggest everything and

everyone make way before I

stampede on all, them, him and

her, except my sweet lily.

My mood tenderiser that can

make me melt at any given time.

 

Might wish death upon thee.

Thee that arouses the sleeping

demon in me.

Might curse thee.

Thee that summons my

demented dialect stowed

deep within the depths

of my psyche.

And in my mind, a mirror,

that reflects all that I detest,

adding weight to my sour mood.

I need my sweet lily.

 

No smiles.

PLEASE.

Not in my face.

Not now.

Not while I'm in this aggravated

mind state.

 

Might be reckless with

the verbs. Pardon what I say.

Might offend thee. That'll be your

unlucky day. Like you lost your

lucky charm. Might drag thee

through a puddle of mud.

So I beseech thee to stay within

six feet. I'm not in need of

any company. So I suggest thee

to stick to thine own business.

PLEASE.

 

 

Author's Note

This is as ROUGH as it gets. I wasn't really thinking when I wrote this all I wanted to do was to spread a few words accross. THAT'S THERAPY.