Emotion Burning Against A Wall

by excessivecreativity

There’s anger bubbling
slow cauldron growing
hotter, the objects I’m staring
and twirling and that are perplexing
me and stubbornly resisting
my every effort at unravelling
them, almost a maze, lost, wandering,
lost, wondering
at the twirling objects and passing
people both glinting light of mystery.

White hot flame heats bubbling
fuel that lights and burns I’m watching
from miles away, is that me? Just wishing
and it’s not, I’m longing
to be out somewhere, escaping
the situation, the conflagration, the emotion, dancing
loving,
strolling free and uncaring
without any weight dragging
in my chest, making, forcing
me into moments unwelcome. Most unwelcome.

But no, it’s them; I’m defending
her and my strongly held belief that is shouting,
deafening: This shouldn’t be happening!
And so I’m needed, and they’re hurting
her because they want that: someone needing,
wanting,
kissing,
loving them and it’s unbearable, they’re lashing
out at her and whether she’s deserving,
what’s that got to do with it?

That makes me luckier than them so why go running
away from something so vaunted and escaping
from a thing so valuable?