jyacini

I sat alone on the piano bench Facing the other way. All the lights turned off Rain pattered in her sleepy way The only light was the one that glowed from down the hallway. But despite my soporific setting Anger was wildly besetting My mind, boiling, roiling, raging, My face blank and grim, My conscience screaming My thoughts teeming, A beast was loose within. . . I had taken and tolerated far more than I could take, For too long I'd sat still and now my body's beginning to shake Listened to you bicker like a spoiled child, Making a did when something didn't go your way. I've always pretended not to notice, simply always smiled, But toni