Empty fork digs deeper still

Finding the fix is still undone

Forgetting where it was begun

Deeply seething and unsettled

Reeling from your pain and fear

Filling gut and frame in anger

Until your brain cannot hear

Shut off the gears

Shut down the works

But the crab legs on this buffet are perks!

No one can tell me to quit!

I can handle this

And replace it with agitated walking...

tomorrow

Oh regret...

full with anger

As the cycle turns back to sorrow