Angry

Angry

I’m angry
Not like waves of the sea or a dark tunnel
Like a dark fog it enveloped me
I couldn’t breathe, and then a chasm yawned under me
Thoughts enveloped me

I lashed out in circles all ending back at me
An emptiness in my thoughts flashing with sins like fear and envy
While the outside me walked in measured steps on an empty street
And a little voice prayed that I could walk on unseen
Because I didn’t trust myself to be me

I found an effigy
Set on fire amidst my thoughts
Blameless, but he took centre stage
Because I wouldn’t admit I was not

Faulty, I see in the mirror, myself
Douse the effigy and gather up the straw
Pile it around me, and pull out a matchbox
I’m still angry, but this, at least, is familiar