an impermanent inexactitude

Over It

Reality tearing through
My spun glass heart, I become
Hollow as well as alone.
Another day ends, just as before. I am frustrated and numb and
Over it.
I wish it all to
Stop!
For I am overwhelmed with the absoluteness of this feeling.
It is as unending as the changing of tides,
As powerful as the wrath of Zeus.
My mind is a sea, red with rage,
That no divine force could part.
The separation of reality and fantasy may kill me.
I am furious.
At myself,
At you,
At her.
There is no discrimination in the absoluteness of this feeling,
In the pressing of expectation on my windpipe,
In the palpitations of lost love cracking my ribs,
In the battle-weary pattens of my skin,
The unrelenting torture of my soul.
I am perpetually ignited.
Regrets branded
Into my mind.
The wringing of hands,
The ringing of bells,
The ringing.

Stop!