Anger

The meaning of anger to me.

 

My vision is crimson.

Every little annoyance multiplied by a million.

Don't speak to me, don't even try to grit your' grimy teeth at me.

I'm lacking sense of decency; a monster has a leash on me.

I used to frequently frequent this furious frequency.

I remember how it feels; like my insides are eating me.

My inhibitions; a condition of control and wisdom,

Are now lost, and the cost is defeating me.

Fleeting is any form of reason.

Retreating, sense of normal breathing,

Short and quick breaths from my distorted sick nest.

Sweat tickles down my rib cage and the back of my neck.

Lack of regret in the moment, the perfect quotient,

I feel I'm in a ship that's getting ripped apart by the...sea,

As an ocean of emotion washes over me;

Ability to cope is quickly smoked away like dope.

All I can envision now is simply slitting some one's throat.

My limbs float; I am no longer their master.

Disaster, stone cold mold upon my face is plastered.

My eyes see through you, to the prize-

The one my rage is after.

One strange characteristic of my mangled anger,

Is deranged laughter.

As you ask: "What's so bloody funny?"

Funny you mentioned the word bloody, buddy.

I'm seeing red; my head is flooding with it.

I'm seeing a hole, where the cruddy wall met my fist..

It's all hearsay from this point forward, because I'm gone

More words could only be used to describe the next dawn.

The next time my mind spawns a conscious thought,

I apologize in advance, for the havoc my subconscious will have brought.

Black-out-anger is no stranger, in it I rot.

I am a robot, programmed to do as taught:

To be angry, to inflict damage.

Can't manage to manage my emotions.

Danger, Danger,

Anger has come to rip me open.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is so good. I understand anger. Your description and flow of words made this a outstanding poem. A pleasure to read.
Coyote