Annoyance, rising up in my chest; threatening to explode; with
Each repeated yell adding up to the swell.
Irritation, mild anger; red darkening to black.
It covers my brain, till I burst into flame.
Its triangular shape poking at me, nonstop
It creeps up to me like a shadow, till it pounces.
It appears as a storm cloud; at first clean and white;
But as the sky fades to grey, its red lightning strikes.
It sounds like the grumble of a man awoken too early;
As he tries to lie down and rest just a little more.
A constant tap on its back and call of its name
Drives this word on to light up with rage.
A storm above my head, zapping on my skull,
This emotion is sure to attack one day.
It lives in New York with the buzz of the city
No peace or quiet; enough to drive anyone crazy.