Friday, July 23, 2010

Questions

So what do I do with the angst?
Simmering just beneath the surface.
And what do I do with the anger
kept in check.
What do I do with the words held back?
Masticated and swallowed.
Rancid bile burning up my entrails.
And what do I do with the screams
the questions, the answers
the arguments, the defenses.
With the body of no vice,
the voice that's not allowed to rise.
Where do I drown the devil child
of my compliance?
Where do I bury it today?