Faster
And with more
Force
Than I can handle
Anger, to the point
Of silence
Then an overwhelming
Joy at some
Moment which I don’t remember
And that begets such a
Sense of sadness
And despair
I am stuck here for a minute
In despair:
It has a way of doing that, doesn’t it?
But then gratefulness for some
Random kindness suddenly remembered
And just as soon forgotten as I
Am overtaken by rage
Shaking, blinded,
Angry stabs at the paper
(but strangely the words come easier now;
Rage the most powerful
Of all inspirations)
And exhaustion
Exhaustion
But not sleepiness ,
The current keeps flowing,
Restfulness, agitation,
As awkward moments,
Embarrassing gaffes are
Relived
Regretted
These, too, find their way
Into my poem
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