I’m aguested as anger blinds me like a sheet over your head stopping you from living your life as you're forced to listen to a sound so loud it sounds like a beating drum, yet so high it sounds like a heart rate monitor that stops and starts over and over again. While someone shoves a lemon in your mouth, a lemon that melts into a salty bitter mess, leaving a staining smell of sweet and salty fish dancing on an ice pack of lemonade, yet all you see is the blackness of your eyelids and the color red peaking out taunting your mind with unheard promises.
Poem by Bear