Discontent

There is an indignant lump of discontentment in my throat

Like a morsel that won't go down, stubborn like a goat

I hate me this time with a scowling frown

Its november and everyone and thing is all brown

She just left me in a white gown

(At least I've finally lived with that reality for now.)

These moments of waking to life

Gives me the lumps and an unhealthy thump

In my heart riddled with HBP

Breathe in deep, out over and over again

Don't let that final, thin thread of reason fail

Or you'll plunge down the sink

Twirling inside out like a piece of shit.

You are a worthless piece of shit anyway.

Don't flush, don't flush.

I don't loose reason, well at least not when I'm sane.

Those silky thin thread keep the five minutes grace

of regrettable and remorseful insanity in cage

(Everyone almost always have their moment of shame)

Only when I'm angry beyond reason

Do I loose any semblance of control to sweet rage.

Let the beast out to take a walk, stretch a leg

Perhaps rear its ugly head in an otherwise messy shed.

©AdeayoPoetry