more poems from inside my head

anger


anger creeps upon you like a thief in the night.
stealthy and quick and seemingly out of nowhere.
it invades your body quietly
your breath quickens
your thoughts begin to turn dark
the rage boils quick and hot
until you can no longer contain it
you try to resist but can’t keep control 
these vicious emotions 
manifest in ugly words
they may make you lash out
with your hands
perhaps you hit or slap
maybe you throw a glass
that shatters into a thousand pieces
on your pretty tile floor 
you shake 
you cry
all you want is for the black cloud
to go way
breathe deep and count to 10
and by the time you get to 100
or 1000
the anger quits boiling and slowly
begins to fade 
to slither out like the snake it is
until the next time anger decides
to visit you again
5.2.2012



death


to those left behind
death becomes the time from whence we start counting from and not to
it’s been 27 days since Tessa was laid to rest
is’s been 288 months since I lost my unborn child 
it’s been 13 years since my father died
why
why
must this be so
a burden we all must bear
instead of looking forward
we continue to look back
did we treat those who are no longer with us
the way we wanted or intended to
did they know our love
or how we even felt at all
if we could only turn the pages back
to say what we needed to say
and do the things we needed to do
to make things right in our head
would that help
would that help
would that help us to move on
instead of being left behind.
5.2.2012