Poking Aggression Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Prickly words, strangling my mind with their annoying whining, tripping over their tone, scraping my mind with incessant jolting conversation - one-sided.
Wanting them to go away - anywhere but here.
Desiring some peace and quiet - some gentle conversation to soothe my angry aggression, poking it's head above my serenity.
Not wanting to feel the exasperating feelings again - pushing - regaling them to the background so I may piece together some semblance of calm again.