These sour feelings
hatch from me
This bitter mood
claws itself free
Until the ugly
germinates
Until the yowling
emanates
It's not so hard for me
you see
But still this anger
seeps from me
It could be days
until I'm clear
The aggravation
draws me near
Some form of stunted
ambling grief
This deep dark place
feels like relief
So I attack
before it can
And take the blows
from my own hand
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