The Blackout

Seconds before, you can feel the anger building inside you,
Layering, rising, pushing you to your limits,
Pushing you towards the brink of oblivion,
Making your face burn blood red,
Making your eyes shake viciously,
Screams reverberate inside your chest as you hold them back…

Then, the blackout…

It lasts moments,
Not even seconds,
It comes and goes in the blink of an eye,
Yet in that brief period of total blackness,
You can hear screams, shouts, and random snippets
Of the carnage your blackout is bringing to those around you…

Then, the reawakening…

Your first few moments are a complete daze,
You have no idea what just happened or where you are,
Then you look at your surroundings,
Slowly you piece everything broken together,
You see what made you angry in the first place,
You see the retribution you have brought to it…

Then, the guilt…
For failing to control the uncontrollable…