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I know I’m frustrated.

I know I’m angry.

I don’t know why.

I know what to do

To try to quell it,

But for one reason

I don’t want to let it go.


I surround myself with

Loud noises and angry voices

Ride a wave of my own

Feather spitting.

And still I don’t know why,

I just am.


A vigorous scribble scratched

Inside my skull,

No end to pull at.

Just gritted teeth

Tense shoulders

Clenched fists

My feet stomping one

After the other.


Feeling if I lose this feeling

I’ll never get it back.

This is my fire, but

Its uncontrolled and unfocused

I revel in it as I

Blister and burn

Tightness in my ribs

Dare you cross me now?

Angerfrustrateddestructive emotions

◄ As Kamasi Blew

A Different Blue Monday ►


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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 18th Dec 2020 16:48

I like the way you've written this, with such self awareness that it really takes me back to times gone by when I've felt like that too. But after too much fire is too much ash.

I look forward to reading more.

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