I want to write a poem unlike all my others.
I don’t want to write more ‘poetic’ poetry,
Both overthought and overwritten
Composed of soft images and delicate words
To express depression or euphoria.
No, I want to write an angry poem,
Full of cold consonants that cut the throat
Unnecessary Capitals for Unnecessary Emphasis
To SHOUT without even speaking a word,
To slam my hand against paper
Rather than my hand against a wall.
There is so much anger in these sprawled words.
Bubbling emotions about to reach boiling point
100 degrees, or even 100 days of irritation.
Frustration, exasperation, vexation, indignation
And an overall inability to honestly express myself.
And yet all I can do is write another poem.