Once again I must channel anger into silence,
Silence into smile and smile into love,
But the clenching teeth no longer want
To stop their gnashing fury
Pounding pillows in the morning at the thought
Of the dreary day above.
A memory will surface causing a flashback
Of emotion - I never took acid because I
Knew how it would feel to have the anger
Flow back in as easily as making love and
Know that the rising tide does not
have an ebb or fall.
The flashback will continue, coloring
My life that day until the older feeling
Becomes a part of my life again. So I live
A treadmill life where things come round
And round and round and yet they're
Different every time because in some way
I've moved on.
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