If pissed
Reprieve was there for the asking
Patiently tugging on my sleeve
Imploring to bask in the grace
Of my warm forgiving embrace
– As my fury rushed by
Flattening its innocent face
Jerking myself quickly around
I came to the ground of my need
Hungrily acknowledging the misdeed
Of my angry pursuit of mead
Pretending to protect
But letting resentment infect
The feeding of that needing
