Anger and fear consumed my energy
So I learned to pour the poison out on the page
Devouring as much beauty as I can in its place
In ravenous hunger for contentment and peace
Yet I stumble, off balance, retching onto the floor
Stomach emptying in fits of bitterness and despair
The slightest provocation triggers
Deep, sorrowful shuddering wails
I tear my outer garments, falling on swollen knees
Begging the very air forcing its way inside me
To stop clinging, synthesizing, adding itself to my being
I can no longer support my own weight
Let alone a single additional atom
Adhering itself to my blood and soul
I throw every hateful thought and feeling
As far away as inertia will relay it
Yet, fear and rage
Repeatedly materialize inside the tunnels
Hollowing out my heart
Each time a chord is struck I am
Buoyed above waves that choke, blind, and spin
Determined not to let anger retain
Its vice hold and win
I have to shape and mold
Its nebulous primordial form
Direct it to its rightful home
On the page now containing
A portion of me
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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