I’m Human

Anguish of regret

Hot flame of anger

Wistful envy

Depressive melancholy

Bitter resentment


I can’t avoid them


I’m human


So I let them wash over me

Even as I realize they’re unfounded feelings

I find myself right in the middle of them

I know they’re hollow


Transitory learned responses to patterned inputs


If I wait a while I’ll laugh them off


For now, though

I remain pissed off

On edge

Out of sorts


I’m human



David Trudel   ©  2013

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