Poetry

Upset (#594)

I shouldn’t be this upset,
My eyes and cheeks are wet,
My fists balled up tight,
Time for knockdown fight,
My emotions commit treason,
My angst has no true reason,
I fight that which isn’t seen,
Something ruthless and mean,
How do I clear my thoughts?
Untie these emotional knots?
Thick dark clouds abound,
Lightning flashes without sound,

Any Thoughts?

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