"Heartbroken and Lonely"

"Crashing"

A poem about fighting inner rage.

This rage can't be caged,

It's a phage on the page,

Of the burning book that is my life.

Kindle for the flames,

Tired of all the games,

Sick of calling names,

Without a hope to end the pain.

Why can't I stop it,

This rearing dead beast?

Why can't I drop it,

Before it can feast?

Every time I get mad,

It seems I can't stop.

I focus on the bad,

The lonely inner drop.

Dropping to my knees,

And begging god please,

Let me free of this disease,

Don't make me pay the anger fees,

Let hope swell without a tease.

Broken,

Inside.

Trying,

To hide.

Hating,

My pride,

Debating,

Which side,

I walk to,

I tried,

To lie,

To myself.

I cry,

To myself,

Holding out,

The meager wealth,

I have made,

I need some help.

My people can't stop,

The hate that I feel.

I feebly drop,

Happiness that is real,

And turn to that place,

So familiar and warm.

My hatred will pace,

And fall upon me like a swarm.

Can't fight it,

I tried it,

The pilot is gone,

My hatred is crashing,

Upon me like a song...