Poisoned

I was so mad when I wrote this.

It's an emotion,

I tremble

It could fill an ocean,

I sob.

 

My mind is a blur,

I see red

Nothing of which I am sure.

 

My blood is pulsing,

I scream

This could only be called

one thing,

I choke.

 

My stomach tightens,

I clench my fists

I see this catastrophe

through a thick lens,

I pound my head.

 

I'm angry,

I'm mad,

I'm frustrated.

 

But it's too late,

I'm poisoned-

with too much hate.