Sometimes I drown in the horror of darkness.
My fragile ego skewered by slight.
Engulfed by the froth of raging bitterness.
Fantasized revenge my dreadful delight.

The rage floods down pulsating my whole,
Etna’s hot larva surging from deep.
A reaping torment rips through my soul,
destructive vengeance my mind entreats.

The waves of storm buffet and clatter
tugging my roots in crumbling earth.
A thousand voices scream and chatter
terrifying thoughts, my fevered curse.

Rampant, uncontrolled it works its way through me.
Until an aperture chinks some light.
Come back reason! Come rationality!
Shame me, forgive me, put me right!