Wrath

A black cloud covers my mind

I can see things but can't distinguish

I only see myself being anguished

All the colours become one

When I'm genuinely hurt

I force myself to not blurt

because my thirst for retribution will only make things worse

If they ask who hurt you the most?

My mind always whispers my name

I count to five

the only thing that goes on in my mind is to not strive

Deafening trembling makes me feel heard

Force them to swallow the pill of bitterness I feel within me created by the words said to me

They commit a crime and I a sin

Then aren't we from the same kin