The Song to Calm

With rage acute
Making arms ridged
Lashing out
The world
With all the bad things
That have happened
Falling onto the quilt
Putting headphones
Over the ears
To find the playlist on the iPod
The one labeled Calm
Pressing the button
Sinking into
The calm fingers of the song
They dip into the mind
Cooling the burning thoughts
Sprinkling them
With a mist of water
I turn around
Looking up
At the white ceiling
Calmed down
To face the new
As a white, blank sheet

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