Rage.

I look upon the barren waste

To which I seem to be surrounded.

It has the left the most polarizing taste,

Of feeling both victorious and confounded.

I remember the glistening city

That used to stand tall, now diminished.

So it all seems to be oh so fitting

To say everything‘s undone and finished.

I wished that it didn’t have to be this way,

Words have lost all meaning.

Can’t someone take me back to the day

When the buildings still stood, gleaming?

I leaned into books and gleaned what I could

To learn about time travel

To rewind the clocks before I would

Cause everything to unravel.

Back to the times when things made sense

And decisions were my own.

To drive my own knight into the sea of light,

To the place that I called my home.

But alas, the past

is like ash

on a cigarette,

Begging to be flicked.

Try and try, but even a fool could bet

That it can never be relit.

I only find me in this misery

It’s a home I gladly share alone,

Rather than with those I love,

Where happiness is so far flown

Away, away, don’t come near

The annihilation is contagious.

The vibration that I’ve come to fear

Is both boring and outrageous.

This humming, buzzing, is coming from me

It destroys everything it touches.

If I could voice it, I’d finally be free-

Free from its outer clutches.

But it is lodged within my soul

Forever to remain, devilishly divine.

The rumbling that could turn a city of gold

To a worthless, abandoned mine.

Dare you still to journey near?

Then do not blame me, hence

The wicked rage’s head should rear

And come to my defense.