Zera's Room: Notebook: Poetry Emotions When the words stop flowing through your lips like blood congealing in a wound And you find yourself pacing around the back of your favorite coffee house like a lion locked, restless, behind iron bars. You feel a surge of delicately contained rage a primitive lust to lash out. To tell all... To yell all... Fight the emotion put them back in there place struggle for the control you momentarily lost. When the words stop flowing through your lips like blood congealing in a wound And you find yourself cowering in the corner of your favorite coffee house like a mouse trapped, terrified, in a glue trap You feel a surge of suppressed fear a primitive lust to cry out. To tell all... To yell all... Calm the emotion put them back in their place struggle for the control you momentarily lost When you hate emotions When you fear emotions When you can no longer contain... emotions. Copyright 1997, P. F. Anderson & Zera Anderson. Back to the notebook. Turn around, back to the room. Return to the Second Floor Balcony. Return to Dreamhouse Homepage. Last modified November 16, 1997. URL of current page: http://pubweb.acns.nwu.edu/~pfa/dreamhouse/zrm/ntbk/zpemot.html