Anger – Coffee House Writers

I am paralyzed by this feeling,
Teeth clamping down on my
Heart, fresh blood for the
Tongue that traces the
Outline of our time

Here is my half-eaten heart

Bruised in unrecognizable tones —

I hate the colors your existence

Produced in me

The clouds are pouring in rage today.

Balled fists of my heart
pound at my chest
from the inside.
There is no liberation for
the frustration,
the anger.
The fists pound and then…