What’s Your Poison?
An unending fiery rage burns within me. I pound my fists onto my phone when it’s not working. I feel it every time the slightest inconvenience occurs in my life, I unleash this blinding rage.
It’s poisoning my soul. Every time I indulge in my anger, I’m left feeling tired, sick, and trying to recover from a fight I had with myself.
I can feel my heart weakening with every outburst I have. I watch the flames reflected in my eyes and I go up with them. The fire burns all around me, I am consumed.
Then, like a phoenix, I rise from the ashes, anew. Only to drink the poison again.