Chuda

An angry poem about an egomaniac taking what I yearn for.

         Summer flies by and winter's so slow
         But in spring watch out for the undertow
         Cause that's where you're about to go
         
         I'm sick of this knot in my chest
         It's a way for illness to manifest
         Is it natural?
         I'm no longer neutral

         Enraged.
         Vocal mentality trapped in a cage
         Useless eloquent writing

         I've considered fighting
         That won't get me anywhere
         Tell you what it's all things but fair

         SLO-MO TEMPO
         Better speed it up or I'll eat dust
         Wish I could speak out about my fuss