Enough to burn me whole,
And the world around me too,
I can’t figure out the source or the fuel.
A mistake here or a word there,
And I flare without a thought,
I don’t fear death,
But the consequences of living,
With the guilt is far worse,
I have little,
To care about and Love,
And yet I fear that this too,
Shall be gone too soon.
I know not what to do,
Or what to say,
My rage is taking over me,
Silence on my part might help,
But I have no clue till when.
~ A Poem By Fizz, © 2014