Least Read Anger Poems

The morning

Wake me up at six, I have an appointment 
with a doctor at nine
At six, at six, at six, went into my head 
I could not sleep
At four, I got up and drank a glass of wine 
hoped this would lull my brain and get some
sleep
The wine worked well, I woke up at eight
It's too late for the doctor now. a need a bath
with that, she went back to bed
She slept to the forenoon and scolded me 
once upon a time, she had been a stewardess
wore a nice uniform, I have the photo,
but she was not an actress and could not ...

There are Choices
Of many symbols
Many colours
You chose
Which one
To present your Self
To your self
As you stare
At the ceiling
Of your Cage
That you Painted

Blue