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.