Turmoil
By IndyDom316
I sit and struggle to retain my composure my inner turmoil is starting to overwhelm me I try to supress it....but I cannot hold on... my body resists like a rabid dog... gnawing and scratching away at my insides my body fights me like Ali a punch, a jab, and uppercut from within I try to ignore the pain, the urges causing the pain but it is becoming too much for me to bear I am my own person, I am in control this urge is not important I am in control controlcontrolcontrolcontrolcontrol resist, resist I say! but.....no.....I cannot....let it loose... let me loose. let me out. let me free. no! I cannot! you can! Dammit you can! No! Yes! No no YES DAMMIT LET ME FREE!!!! I resist....I relent....and it comes from within... and suddenly...all I feel is warmth... ...and contentment... for now..... but then I gasp and look down... my head hangs in disgust... for what I have done, what I have let happen... the warmth burns me to the core... Dammit. I was never in controlthis is a poem about trying not to pee in your pants. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 02:28 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I sit and struggle to retain my composure..."