The Song to Calm

Angry
With rage acute
Making arms ridged
Lashing out
The world
Spinning
With all the bad things
That have happened
 .
Falling onto the quilt
Seething
Putting headphones
Over the ears
Riffling
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
Waiting
To face the new
Frustration
As a white, blank sheet

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