Confined

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 uncontrollable waters.

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.

                                ©amtupu_

                                 ©toosole