Your Anger And Strife

distressed

in your

animosities

theres

no

room

to breathe

the air is

all I have

to make

me live

but you

spray

your anger

and strife

in the

atmosphere

choking

gagging

spinning

it feels

so out

of right

though

you go on

still

with fists

clenched so

tight

making yourself

made clear

with exclamations

of your

existence

the angels

don’t beckon

near