Rage relents to the taste of copper

Originating from my own bite

Yawning now, the red masks my anger

Gazing blindly through my eyelids tight

Bellowing incoherent utters

I gag on the tang of words so yuck

Violently I start to stutter

Colorful language seemingly stuck


Ranging from the vile and vulgar

Or perhaps changing before my lips

Yelling morphs instead into whispers

Growing softer as my foul mood shifts

By the time my terse tongue needs taming

Involuntarily my fit folds

Victory over tantrum flaming

Colored stories thankfully untold


About Delton

Dad, husband, drummer, cyclist, writer, poet, and Christ-follower. Right-brained dreamer solving left-brained problems. Trying to relate in new and creative ways. View all posts by Delton

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