Responsibility
Buildup of burning frustration
Right between my eyes
Like a sharpshooter’s imbedded bullet
Spilling out from my eyes
Like a crack in a dike
But no little Danish boy can save me
By poking them out
A fist of terror
Halts the beating of my heart
And all I can do is shatter the painful silence
With a sob
Is this in anger?
No
Is this in sadness?
No
This is in reaction
To me being crushed
By the suffocating load of responsibility
You were stupid enough to think I could hold up