I'm uncomfortable
And I'm not sure
Why…
It's just a buzz
In the air,
Discordant
And I can't
Put my finger on it
Like it's wiggling
Away from
The light
Of attention,
It doesn't want
To be sought
Only fed,
The anger
The disappointment
Of a bruised ego
It's favorite meal.
Since joy
Was mine
But moments ago
I seek the thief
The trap is set
The words flow
Like honey
To draw out
The feelings
Of sad despair
And a pouty inner
Child, snake,
Wolf, badger,
Formless thing.
Poetry written
Heals the thing
Quenches feelings
Enflamed.