What will you do
with your anger?
Will you continue to hold it inside?
It is there, it sits.
It consumes you, eating away
at all that you know,
questioning your motives, and
where you call home.
I feel it. You,
in the moment,
a broken shell. I see your aches
and pains, and it hurts like hell.
You live with it.
How sad.
03/01/2018                                   j.g.l.