White

Ok so this was supposed to be the second one on Sunday but just like Saturday Sunday turned into yard work until exhaustion. This one is about something that is happening a lot lately that I can't explain. none of the shrinks could either.

White


I have never known or understood

from where or why it comes

Spent years looking under the hood

No answers; nothing undone

It arrives without warning or sound

In an instant fully formed

nothing rational when it comes around

no knowing; nothing warned


I don't see white when it happens

but I really feel I should

the anger once it cuts in

no control; not understood


I don't mean a single word I say

though they all come straight from me

when it settles in, uninvited stay

Who I am; just can't be

I've been told it's from my childhood

I've been told I think too much

Being told really does no good

Nothing reaches; out of touch


I don't see white when it happens

but I really feel I should

the anger once it cuts in

no control; not understood


Those I love all fear me

or can't stand to be to near

as I flail about so helplessly

inducing grief; inducing fear

I see it like a movie

I see it like a show

like a part that's written for me

improvised lines; methodic flow


I don't see white when it happens

but I really feel I should

the anger once it cuts in

no control; not understood

The End

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