from the depths of my soul
from the gateways of my being
I shudder with anger
distilling through me
its not purely the behaviour that perturbs
it’s the repeat offending that I know will remain
present and untoward
some will never change
this I hold true
pity me for believing:
I am a true fool.
Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
I arrived at the café in a raging mood,
everything felt wrong, angered me, made me feel misunderstood.
Fluctuations in mood today carried on from yesterday,
I was filled with upsets, overwhelmed with dismay.
I sniped, I snarked, I complained, I felt bitter,
could nothing go right, this is terrible, will it improve? I wondered.
I’ve not had days like these in months,
everything has been somewhat right,
an improvement upon the next,
regeneration throughout the night.
Yet today I am in a rage,
better watch whom I address upon my page,
is there publish-worthy material I’d like to save?
Quite possibly not,
I’d rather go into a mental haze
where I can zone out and forget every spiky emotion
that I can feel,
some will say stop complaining, and just deal.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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