anger

There's smoke on the horizon,

dust from the road

flies up

like crippled wind,

caught in the moment,

lingering

like dirt under your nails

we are angry

for reasons we can't define,

letting leaves fall

like broken promises,

we try and love each other,

but you don't want

to be in the wind

and I cannot

pick up stones;

I try to sing you

like a song

but there are drum notes

on the page;

you're just leftover karma,

an unfinished symphony

to create anxiety,

to torment me

and twist my mind

like a wet rag,

wringing out

all the air,

the water,

the life,

I'm so fucking confused,

I'm through with the crystal ball,

done with the rage,

fucking tired

of your accusations;

I care

and that's why I'm angry;

because I care

and you don't.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster