in out from under
the deep dark
that i can't alter,
bright colors of anger
come out to yell.

i am the space within
two lengths of gossips
and dark humor,

the small distance
between two fingers
that yearn to die from
each other's charge,

i hold burdens of grudges
that appear to soar in grins
but sag in attitudes like
null waters uncontrollable.

i'm that confined space
aligned in nothing, but torqued
so tight my future remains
bolted in numb emotions.

i'm confined in unbreathable
dark spaces of anger,
where vain pursuits of struggle
taste as silent as death.