Rage

Oh how it feels so sweet

To bathe in the rage

The rage of unfeeling

The rage of suppression

The rage of the world

Waging war with obsession

Neglected, incomplete

A hysterical tweeting

From birds ne’er heard

Warnings ignored, beginnings begun

Pleading and fighting

To release the unsung

No, no, upon deaf ears

I really can’t let it go

Cornered, dying, I succumb

Wrapping myself up instead

With the nurturing warmth

Of the fellow dead

Suffering under veil

for much to long

Blinded to truth

To welcome relief

I lay

Singing the birdsong

Oh gracious you

Holding me close

Warming these abandoned

Frigid bones

Burning with a heat

I’ve missed for so long

A heat I thought would never come

Burning, yearning

Okay that’s enough

But thats the thing;

Rage, it continues to flame on

Much after the nurturing is gone

Consuming, persevering

Singed I am

Scorching everything it can

Roaring on long after I’ve warmed to death

Disappearing all

And I am not the only one

I am not the only one