Circular Firing Squad

This poem is one of several about my anger (don’t worry I contain it, well try my best to) it's from my "Gray Matters" collection. I hope you enjoy.

Circular Firing Squad

Deep underneath this flesh and bones dwells a vulture

Quite famished, looking to feed and willing to maim.

Ready to harm lies this wild, rampant animal

Mildly insane and unattainable to tame.

The passive years have harshly weakened the restraints,

But the hunger pains remain and have grown stronger.

Fighting the temptation consumes all of my strength

And I fear it won’t stay contained for much longer.

This anger burns fiercely

Boiling blood, flowing rush.

Perspiring profusely

Face flush with angered blush.

Prepared and scouring for any outlet, restless

Stalking with intentions to be a travesty.

A constant mountain mounting harder to control

One cannot foresee this monstrous catastrophe.

Anticipating the exact moment to flee

Don’t wake this inner beast to take what’s forsaken.

I don’t want to lose my sense of identity

This beast will feast on the weak once it’s awakened.

This anger burns fiercely

Boiling blood, flowing rush.

Perspiring profusely

Face flush with angered blush.

The darkness is slowly seeping out of my skin

All I’m able to do is keep my faith in God.

Acting on these impulses is the first downfall

Unleashed anger is a circular firing squad.