Nerves Poem by James Casey

Nerves

There is tightness in my chest
My respiration quickens
My yelling voice fills the room
No one hears my silent doom

I can't help this rage
A defect, I guess, from birth
But, when the frustration takes over
I want to leave this earth

It's not their fault I feel this way
The outright anger fills my eyes
And silently I fuss and fume
And quietly the violence dies

I will not strike them, for you see
If I did, the nerves will then control
I know I would keep on hitting them
Until their life would then turn cold

I must stay away from them
At work is where I'll be
And I will keep on working
Until He decides to set me free

Jim 1982