Anger
chokes me like
stale
cigarette smoke
burns my mouth like
sour bitter fruit
fills my chest with
heavy
silence
Chases me down
and leaves me
raging
falling
from a monster
called
sadness.
I modified this prompt somewhat because I wanted to see what I would end up with- I was happy with the result.
Inspried by SFC Prompt: Poem in Your Pocket
At The Crossroads 