I’m mad, you’re angry,
At things so petty.
It soon explodes.
Who talked? Nobody.
A deep sigh, disapproving.
The malice is lingering.
The doors, slamming,
The anger — deepening.
Emotions bottled in.
The silence can be deafening.
The gritted teeth, behind the grin,
This life is maddening.
–Jomz Ojeda
July, 15, 2019
