Temper

Hello my intrepid poetry readers, 

Bellow I have written snip it of day. I was nearly pushed to an outburst of anger today. I hasten to add that I maintained decorum, but I truly struggled. Some people just don't know when to quit... Or when they have hit your red button. So rather than go thermonuclear on their arse - I picked up a pen and wrote this. Hope you enjoy it. 

Temper

Pushing that emotion deep below.

Where no mere mortal would dare to go.

In the darkest recesses of my-self.

Where that emotion resides in wealth.

My temper suppressed from human view.

Saves you from I and I from you.

By Helen Stallard  
February 22  2014