impotent rage

just some stuff

I want to lash out

I want break s**t

i want to scream

until my lungs burn

but i'll just sit here

and calmly/cooly

and talk things out

because it's pointless

and while i may

rage against the heavens

it changes nothing

the world keeps spinning

the sun rises and sets

my fury brings nothing

but higher odds of a heart-attack.

Reviews

[micky]

I feel your frustration....i found myself in this very situation.....there is no point in it......lile you said in the last stanza the world keeps spinning.....
Well done....i love this.poem :)