Introverted Rage

Should I sit here and listen to this?….

My eyelids twitch with every bow.

My hands shake with every clench of my fists,

My heart leaping out of my chest,

As the drop of sweat scrapes the side of my brow.

Should I say something?......

As I open my mouth to speak,

The winds of tomorrow snatch my voice

And I am left perplexed by these unspoken words.

My mind yells, “say something”......

I allow my inner thoughts to panic

As they swarm the space they have been confined to.

Steaming and pacing,

I see the poisonous mercury rise with every level of rage.

My thoughts scream at me, “say something”.....

My knees weaken as I crunch my body into its shell.

Coward…..Why would you care?

I’ve learned not all that stomp the city are monsters

But they that are beneath the core

BOOM…BOom…boom…

I deeply inhale a breath of air,

Yet the continents of my rage scream to me

“LET ME OUT”…..

But I tie them up and leave them to rest.

Unthinkable things may take place if I let them be expressed,

So I said nothing.

As nature’s hands wind my feet onward,

So must it be that I may never be oppressed.