Annoyance Generator

A poem about my constant bemusement with my lack of control, or lack of willingness to take control, when I find myself irritable and argumentative.

An annoyance generator is my mind,

Unjust in its creation. Lack of sleep,

Deviation, stokes the flames

And gesticulations.

My mind, pushed back

Espies the show, as

Mouth bites back the bile.

Calcified my mask does grow

Inflection states my ire.

I see the change

On targets face, as

Fury hits its mark.

Yet at my core

I query why, I

Don't reign in the fire.

Consumed with wrath,

Mind takes back seat,

Puppet slays the master,

How can I, who claims the throne

Escape from Pandemonium?

Reviews

[hardeep sabharwal]

what a nicely elaborated work here, difficult to advice,, as we all understand each and everything, thankyou for sharing your feeling

[Beccy]

Such a state of mind can be all consuming. Hard to offer advice, especially is one of an ordinarily calm perspective; but it is always better to count to ten.

' If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him.' Sun Tzu


Beccy.