The Mind of the Demon
Over the years
tension has built.
My anger bottled
and stewed like chili.
Many problems stem
from the one root.
Unable to face
what I go over in my mind.
I lash out
to scar the one.
Not knowing it's comming,
unaware anything is wrong,
they travel happily
locking me in the cold.
The untrusting,
unforgiving, cold heart
of the one I thought was changed.
Atempting to let be,
my anger boils
in the cold night.