Cornered

Angry people
Hovering above me

Constantly

The fear of admonition
Of disappointment

The gaze of ire

Unfulfilled expectation
Awaiting them all

And the noise
The helicopter of anger

Turning round and round

The images of disillusioned eyes
Of controlled rage

Which in my mind keep emerging

A never-ending wave of sour faces
Surfing up and down

With no way out
No calm

Not even in the deepest corner of my sleep