Anger is Not Emotions welled up, bottled, not allowed to express such, feelings of being gagged, knowing your hands are tied. Promises made, promises kept, time a healer, but too a curse. Time to reflect, time to hurt, kept in the wells, of bottomless pits. You express to no one, your painful hurt, in your mind, your demons fought. Loose yourself, in your unconscious wherein you find the sanctity, pick the moments of happiness, question the moments of doubts, live the moments of pain, endure the moments of loneliness. Cut yourself up, rip your heart to shreds, ask, question, ask and question yet no relief – as there are no answers, the world you think has blocked you out, has it ? or is it only you! pain ripping throughout your body, you reach out and touch blackness, you search and find the night, you seek and find a blank, you are dying, tears an ocean beyond control fears so near, it rips your soul, cries unheard by the needed one, sorrows felt, there is no sun winter skies your home now is. Do I want to go on, do I have the will for such ? anger is not an issue here, pain distraught is what I fear, words inside the depths of me, I cant reach in, and you cant see, tears within my every sinew, pulsating pain throughout my being hands that hurt just to write, eyes to blurred and mind in flight, why did you cut me out ? can’t you see that I’m in love  ! Elga Bretton Copyright Material 26 May 2004