a poem by Lex Malizia
The heat of Emotions can be felt,
The flames. But definitely aren’t
The burning of
The branches. Feelings...
The smell of
The ashes. Not someone,
Faces turn red. But something
Boiling of the skin. Is taking over
Your brain heating Your brain.
To one-thousand
Degrees. The forest.
So much to say,
But you can’t say it. Not you,
You want to, Not him,
But you know Not anyone.
You shouldn’t.
Even if you let No one has
The words out,
They wouldn't be words. Control.
Flames and sirens,
All from your mouth. As you sit full of
The word is similar to Fire.
Anger.
But You are a single
It’s not really Anger. Flame.
Rage, Rage is the word. Ready to spread...