#407-Rage
11/09/2018
There are days,
When thoughts feel charged,
Escaping from every part of me.
Emotions painted on a vacant face,
A world on fire,
Eyes hollow,
Dark,
Blind.
In younger days,
I gave my storms away.
Others carried my weight.
Today I withdraw.
Wait.
They’ll pass,
The voice says.
Remember:
Unfelt,
Discarded emotions,
Only turn into hurricanes.
