Anger

WORDS 
I’m living in an alien world 
comprised of welling words; 
That day by day, 
and drop by drop, 
suffuse my cringing soul. 
The words rise up to drown me 
in their whirlpool swirl of rage; 
I thrash against 
the killing tide 
that pulls me, holds me down. 
Oh why can’t I just voice my pain, 
And fill the swelling flood; 
With vengeful words, 
that speak my pain, 
As I scream to the sky. 
It might not help to rescue me 
from spitting bullet words; 
But still this victim’s 
words would form 
a solid final stand. 
I strive to kick my captured feet 
from whirling tangled weeds 
But I am fated- 
doomed to drown- 
In verbal floodtide bile.