Sta.sh
"Rage Day"
Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.
You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.
I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.
One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories with scars that need to mend.
I want to slam doors as loud as I can
And punch holes in walls until I break my hand.
I'll scream into a pillow until my lungs pop.
When it rains, it pours and it never stops.
Like being stuck in traffic for hours and hours
Or losing the electricity because there's no power
Or stabbing yourself while you're doing crochet.
Days like these really need to go away.
Like trying to lick ice cream but it falls off the cone
Or wanting to go out but you're stuck home alone
Or trying to do a picture but the paint is all smeared.
Days like these really need to disappear.
Like taking out the trash but the stupid bag breaks
Or trying to shovel sidewalks from all the snowflakes
Or trying to take a shower but the hot water's gone.
Days like these it seems everything is wrong.
And the day drags on and on and on
From morning until night and into a new dawn
And there is no escape; nothing I can do
Except to make haste and keep pushing through.
And by the end of the night I want to fill
Someone's soul with acid and grill
Their head onto a stove where the flames
Can not be doused, controlled, nor tamed
And for good measure dance in their ashes
With passion that matches the madness.
So someone call the cops and stop me
Before this rage turns into insanity
And I grab someone's neck and wreck their bones
From the inside out with jagged stones
That I will carve slowly into their chest
Where they will forever drop and rest.
But to tell you the truth; the worst day I had.
What really makes me snap; what really makes me mad.
When I run out of coffee you better stay away
Because a lack of caffeine triggers a rage day!
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"no caffeine".
some such days are exactly why I didn't/ couldn't read this earlier
Very nicely, if I may say so myself. Keep up the amazing poetry!
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