ALONE IN RAGE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

ALONE IN RAGE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
On the tip of my tongue
Inside of my head
Wanting to run
Stay in stead
It’s out there now
Admiring those who keep a cool
I just wonder how?
I break the rule
I’m like a match to the strike
The wheel on a bike
The string on a kite
Getting tangled
My brain is mangled
Words sadly aren’t scrambled
I just react
there’s no going back
it’s all been said
words just flowed
my anger showed
I’m wild in rage
I can’t act, though I’m shown the stage
Like fire to a blanket
A powerful racket
An unhinged bracket
I say it like it is
Popping the cork on the fizz
Leaving my world in a wiz
Too late now
Lines upon my brow
Frown on my face
I know my place
Alone in rage
© Fiona Cummings 2017