My mind is matted hair

Emotions a coiled spring

Bloods flows through clinched fist

Surge of energy gritting my teeth

Skins heats up from the boil

Sweat runs down

Hair feels every blow

A tremble raises slowly

Filling my body inward

All my universe’s power

Used not for action

But to keep from breaking someone’s face

Holding back

The pressure will fade soon

Another toll charged

It will come

The one I can’t contain

Day #294 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.

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