Ash and silt

That stomach churning nauseating pain
With knotted shoulders unable to breathe
At side of head I feel that pulsing vein
Inside debating should I stay or leave
This situation know that it’s my fault
Vesuvius with anger boiling up
The lava belly molten somersault
I know a verbal torrent will erupt
Aggression finds release from deep within
The hot abuse and then the burning shame
The anger that I pour on everything
Destroy the things I love by hurling blame
The fear the rage the violence the guilt
And where my heart should be is ash and silt


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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