poem on a Sunday morning

I found this beautiful poem while surfing the net. It is befitting my mood so i decided to post it. I guess i am having one of those pregnancy blues.

FROM LONELINESS TO RAGE 01

FROM loneliness to rage,
you slip into a bluster
of moods, each one has a
flag of its own.

FROM loneliness to rage,
you howl for any one
with two arms, to hold you,
untill this sadness passes
away.

FROM loneliness to rage,
you cry missiles that
explode in your head,
and land at your feet.
AMEN.............

DAVID GERARDINO