Pieces of my mind

I gave my anger to the crows

As we passed them on the road

And yet now

I have no idea where it came from

Like a volcano

Turbulent bubbles

And all the things that I struggled with

Only yesterday

Are gone

I’m not sure anything is worth

Saying anymore

It is so fleeting

This passing thought



Gone an hour

A moment

What is worse


Or flinging

Delivering stinging verbal blows

Are we not all

Fighting inner demons

That dissipate within

Given enough time and common sense

I gave it to the crows

My anger


For they are used to eating dead things

Not every piece of mind needs to be discussed

Some things

Are better



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