I once viewed anger as a coin
the trespass I could spend
against a world that seared my soul
and in response to boundary's breach
I'd fling arrows with flaming ends
striking down my enemies

the world would burn in response
cinders laying hot on the ground
to the affronts hurled my way
I'd scorch the planet to the stone
take the innocent with the vile
in an effort to survive

the rage of God would not compare
that righteous hand exacting toil
on the sinners I've declared
they will suffer tens times more
then one hundred to soothe my rage
asking only that they may die

anger lives in my soul
a demigod born within
seeking ruin on all my foes
now the wastes are my abode
destruction granted by Satan's wish
granted then as anger's coin.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180501.

I do not know why I hold the past close
With a firm clutch desperate and cold
Or the reason why welcoming new is hard
Along with getting rid of the old

I cannot gain control of my brain or heart
Or anything, I can barely move my hands
And only to write, other than that my body
Gives into emotions nightly demands

I did not choose this stubborn whirlwind
That has me reeling up and discarded down
My thoughts an unstable ocean
Pulling me under waves to drown

I bottled my flames in glass
So you wouldnt get burned by brutal heat
When I did you were left frigid temperarure and smoldering land to warm your feet

Even 23 years later
I am unaware of my blind spots
Over time they have grown larger
Due to copius drinks and ****** shots

Flaws hang heavy, coated in silver
Attracting people with a shine i haven't got
I admit my sincere beasts are pretty
Darkness that accompanies them is not

As geese
In chevron
Flow through
Sky

Let me be
In each moment
In each beat of wings

And depart

Without a trace