Blown
Waves of anger with rage and I seethe.
Tightened up fists, my hair gets a sharp twist
As the air becomes harder to breathe.
Biting my tongue, conversation doldrum
Grinding what’s left of my teeth.
Simple the cause, minds twisted false laws
A parrot that was born to please.
Waves then blow cool, still feeling a fool
As I watched myself fall in the trap.
Tick, tick, tick, boom– letting the fury consume
Reactions warrant back tracks.
Opinions or asshole– one and the same
Child mind or dead head– still playing the game
Just pissing for me to react.
Protected or invested didn’t ask to be messed with
Step forward when the Spirits slap back.
~Ruby L.S.~
07.2023.09
