Poems about anger

A stomach full of dreams
Growling with impatience
If not now, when?
When lord?
And the when goes on…
Should I test you?
Maybe jump from a mighty cliff
Or attempt the cloak of visibility?
I fear some things are too good
I am tempted to expect less
Yet bombs drop with empty shells
Peace wakes with a  long silence
Goodness is running over
I let myself be jack
Full of hope for my craft

Vera