Wednesday



9/11



because of the anger unwarranted

the frustration boils over

the pot steaming, red and bitter



if everyone were like me

i would be one of them

so my positions hold - guarded



i cared because i do

without ally nor foe

only the raging, one-sided

debate waged between temples



the lust of power is the lust for death

winds heavy with clinging summer

the ache imagined more hurtful than

the pain realized



no answers no questions

only lies and perceptions

if i hate them perhaps i hate myself