Poetry
The Surface
Aggravation rises to the surface
It follows me everywhere
Weather I am here
There and over there
It simmers and boils and waits
What will it be that makes it tip
Over and flow over everything
Destroying and burning what
It touches. Like Acid But
Sometimes Acid does more
More damage to the vessel
In which it is stored
Than the object on which
It is pored. Sometimes…
But not always, Sooo.
Which is it this time.
Damaging me by keeping
Keeping the peace
Or would it be better
Better to pour it out
Out of my soul
Out of my Mouth
Screaming and pouring
Until there was nothing more
Nothing more of me?…
Aggravation rises to the surface
It follows me everywhere
Weather I am here
There and over there
It simmers and boils and waits
What will it be that makes it tip
Over and flow over everything
Destroying and burning what
It touches. Like Acid But
Sometimes Acid does more
More damage to the vessel
In which it is stored
Than the object on which
It is pored. Sometimes…
But not always, Sooo.
Which is it this time.
Damaging me by keeping
Keeping the peace
Or would it be better
Better to pour it out
Out of my soul
Out of my Mouth
Screaming and pouring
Until there was nothing more
Nothing more of me?…