May 26, 2011

The cold rain

seems to evaporate

as it hits

my red, angry face

mad at myself

wanting to flee away

from it all

like a bug trying to get out of a web

everything sets me off

car goes by

I keep my mouth shut

words of disbelief

pour into my mind

the wetness of my pant legs

from the tires

that spun and spun like my head

hatred all though me

I fall to the ground,

the anger ran though my hands

I punch the tar then

grab the board and threw it in the woods

then whoosh

the anger slows down

sat there alone

in the woods by the stream

I always do when I'm frustrated.

I think hard

then I realize

I heard anther car go by

" I'm okay after all".

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