Angry

Sweaty palms.

Dripping forehead.

Inner fire.

Spasms.

Racing thoughts.

Labored breathing.

Gone are words

And balance.

Mi mente wanders,

Lost in heat.

Is this rage,

Or Fear’s deceit?

Feel free to share my poetry!

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