Meltdown; the way it feels.

Up and then down,
Around and around,
It spins, we spin,
It stops.


Down and down,
Aggression is found,
It kicks, it bites,
It stops.


The reasons are lost,
Why it started is forgot,
It screams, it shouts,
It stops.


The rage is inside,
We are holding it down,
It fights and it fights,
It stops.


Its all such a muddle,
Confusion sets in,
It flaps and it spins,
It stops.


Reasoning returns,
The anger retreats,
It calms, it’s quiet.
It stops.


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