Purple Rage

Its boiling up from within me, like am a pot of hot fatigue soup and there’s no one to turn off the heat so I seethe till my lips auto-pout in indignation. I’ve danced past the darkness, couple of times, and heard the clock’s comfort, couple of chimes, but the talks have ticked me off. I can’t stay a second hour under the minutes of stark raving crap.
My heart beats me black and blue

Funny though I still retain my hue

Giving respect where I knew it due

But they don’t return it to you, its true

Falling down the stares folding into my rage

Maybe if I write these down I can flip the page.

I still have those thoughts and desires

Those passions and fires

The pictures and videos

Pointed pun scenarios

And its getting easier to sigh and shrug

Soldier anthills swept beneath the rug
I give praise to God for my earphones

They’re a swift escape from these zones

And sleep comes knocking every now and then,

Taking me out like a punch and then ten.
Hmmm…