Spring Awakening Poem by Huma xxxx

Everyone wants to feel,
To touch
And consume.
To be filled.
That passion and flames
Licking.
Dripping.
Sensual, chromatic, beating.

But there's an unspoken anger,
Beating and twisting,
But why where is this
Caged feeling conceived?
And why do bear its mark
In their hearts.

Do you feel it too?
Too lash out, to think
The unthinkable.
See the perish of the good.
Do you feel it too?

Do you to want to laugh at,
And with
The wicked, wicked ways.
What is this anger,
Quiet
And dormant.

Are you angry,
At the world?
At being?
At the rules?
Do you feel it too?