The pain, harsh, quickly passes through my body

With an interest in lingering but thankful for not

As my face throws away its distorted mask

Leaving me with this question to ask

“Why did I punch the beam that hard?”

Tension built up and anger had surfaced quickly

Reaction became a choice, it was to hit and hit now

Fist formed forcefully as target was in sight

But my judgment was off as I didn’t hit right

“Damn, I really just messed up my hand!”