Been getting back into writing poetry a lot more recently but this is one I wrote a while back when I felt very different and re-reading it feel deserves another outing.
I want to rage, I want to fury,
Today is the day when havoc gets to play,
“Huh” – poetry you say, but the beast is free
And he’s going to let you see,
What happens when the shackles loosen,
When sense and reason are forgotten,
“You should have listened!” the monster crys,
“No words will matter, the man has died”
This short verse is an alternative to smashing things. Living with EUPD, you never know when an uncontrollable tide of rage, frustration and violence may overcome you. I feel that way now and this is my opportunity to vocalise and exorcise before doing something stupid and regrettable….