Fury

It is rare that I am furious.

My body doesn't recognize the anger.

I feel like there is a simmering boil in my heart.

I don't know if it's anger or disappointment,

it's both.

They are dancing, making love, and laughing.

Anger and disappointment.

My peace and self-control have them caged,

but they act like burlesque dancers in that cage.

I am not a circus ringleader, I don't know how to tame a lion,

and right now

I feel angry, disappointed and powerless.

I don't want to sleep.

I don't want to speak.

I don't want to shout.

I don't want anything.

I just want to be alone and be angry.