wailing

He wailed again and again, at the top of his lungs. Nothing, he claimed, was going his way.

They pushed from the back. He was losing control, of his footing, of his sanity, of his soul, of...of everything. He wanted belligerence, screaming and panting and drooling and barking and a bottle and straight animal behavior to clear his raging head. "FUCK!" But, alas, he now led this group down the hill. Was he really leading? Ah, the pressure!

"Drive them away," he thought to himself after deep breath to maintain composure. "Just drive them away!" he thought, inside his head, he swore. Inside his head, screaming and wailing...and probably near audible at this point. And so near tears and red-faced murderous rage - but straight-faced man he remained...

...until knees buckled and once poised adult but now raging animal monster lay crippled under the weight of those he once led.