my anger, this madness,
that has swollen
inside me,
at night,
when I didn't notice,
it used to make
me tremble;
I used to shake
visibly,
and I found it hard
to concentrate
on anything but
the humming,
the humming,
the humming
but now I am no longer
trembling;
time to get up and go.
April 13, 2009. From the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
4/13/09
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