Emotions Poem by daniel patrick

“Happy”
The snow falls on a Christmas morning. The family is all here and everybody is together. Kids begin to open gifts that sketch a smile on their face. There is food scattered on the long table.
“Sad”
It’s eleven at night as I lay in my bed face first completely covered with pillows. I haven’t eaten or spoke to someone the entire day. My room is filled with silence except for the slow music that plays through the pitch black room.
“Confused”
My mind is a needle in a hay stack looking for its way out. It is the one key on a key chain of hundreds. My thoughts cannot process as if every one is the same colored wire and one outlet left.
“Afraid”
My adrenaline begins rushing through my veins. Heat quickly darts up my body. My heart is pounding loud enough to wake my neighbors. My eyes look around frantically in panic. A million what-ifs possibly become reality. Then everything stops and I sigh in relief.
“Angry”
My cheeks turn crimson and my fists clench. I begin contemplating all the consequences. All I want is for him to feel the same pain I once did. The urge to get revenge is too strong to keep calm now.