Another day, another feeling, another poem.
Red Hot
A smoldering burn that won’t go away.
The smoke and heat and residue remain.
Stubbornly saturating the stagnant air.
Tears can’t remove the images and stain.
A feeling of anger is beginning to build.
I’ve been trying hard to knock it down,
Or at least hold it at bay. Senseless and tragic.
An unnamed fury I want to leave behind.
Perhaps, this anger could do me some good.
Not to strike back, but to push me forward.
movingforwardslowly 