unresolved business

pouring out
compelled to be
angry, still, when the day sinks into the ocean
it can seem a distance
but the memories relive
within an arm span’s reach
and the contempt
might as well be with full potency
contained in a jar on the shelf

as rough as I can
imagine
the world doesn’t ask
my friends become my enemies
my aspirations become my adventures
my nightmares become my reality

pouring out
the tenseness awaits
next morning