A rush of blood to the head

When logic and reason have fled

When the color rises in your cheeks

And nothing but your fury speaks


A fire burning in your chest

Mentally gone, a demon possessed

The pent up feelings breaking free

In the moment, why can’t you see


In just a moment it all flows out

The moment passed leads to a drought

You can wait and let it abate

But the beast is part of you, it’s innate.


Short piece today, something on being aware of yourself. We have those moments, where something snaps. Reminder to be conscious of our flaws I guess.

Thanks for reading, and have a good day.


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