After Hours

Sitting in the dark

Long after hours

I loosely grip a spiral and a pen

If I strain my ears

.......I can hear their hurting

.......They give me their tears

I don't want to cry

Absorbing their anger

.......Yet somehow, I know

.......I have to handle this

Or no one else will

Turning on a flashlight

I grip the spiral in my hands

And pour the anger inside

.......And let the words scream louder

.......Than I ever could

I stop my rage in its tracks

For the paper's eyes only

.......And suddenly I'm free

.......High above the anger

With the job

No one else will do

I trap my thoughts within the pages

And turn off the light