Helplessness

I stood there for a second, looking at the road that stretched out before me as I walked home, trying to get a handle on things.. What was this feeling, the emotion boiling up like rage, but not really, with all the smackings of anger and upset and disappointment, a close cousin of frustration, a stirred up cocktail of aggression and weariness, an undeniable rumble in the belly, an apparent ache that spreads throughout the chest and hunches the shoulders, an annoying tugging in the face that knits the brows and curves the lips to meet each other in repellant attraction, and a ball of almost-disgust lodged somewhere in the esophagus? Oh, it was helplessness.

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