Anger management

Persuaded myself
not to hold on leash that choking me anger.
Liberated him, like a slave
during the blooming time of Emancipation.
He was forlorn staying inside,
pushing my ideas to burn the midnight oil,
smolder holes in sensing.
The surrounding,

like a drop of Crazy Glue
adhered to my brain.
Couldn’t see clearly straight ahead –
just some blurry obstacles of upcoming rage,
pithy impulses of devilish notions
through the prism of vastly decaying smile.
I killed my timidity
without a reason
to blame thereafter.
The mass of Resentment
suppressed my heart
to the size of a tiny pebble,
as squeezing a black hole from a giant star –
it immersed itself, it was still tepid
the same way as a stone could be
by inheriting strokes of a sun-drenched air.
I am a bluffer –
I used the energy
of relinquished self-disappointment
to make a peace
with the river of life
and now
the emptiness is not a vacuum,
but growing quickly, like cancer cells,
silence –
as big, as traces of virtual journey
to the world of untold words.
My shadow hangs loose with me
to read my moves
and write a dark impression
on the events’ waiting list
in the column “Predictability”.
By being free, the fury
like a steam
that moves wheels of a locomotive,
humidifies the atmosphere,
yearning to become one day
a stormy cloud,
carrying its justice in droplets
in the name of
an unconditional truth.

September 2, 2008

Iouri Lazirko
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