Frustrated

Frustrated.


It starts like a motor, roaring as it ignites.
Eyes burning red from the anger of its sight,

The blood begins to boil like water in a pot.
As the veins consume the body like maggots on a rot.

Common sense does not apply since its blinded by fury,
A sudden a rush of thousands in a fire, leaving a building in a hurry.

Emotions leaning towards hate, as the fuse diminish,
Full of adrenaline and ready to explode at the sound of his witness.

Control seems difficult when the mind is clouded with those hated,
Balance is not a factor when this feeling is excavated.

Frustrated….