For the Rage

Filled with anger
filled with rage
like a tiger pacing in a terribly small cage.

No place to go
no place to hide
the only escape is to the inside.



I want to scream
I want to cry
yet the world continues to simply pass by.

I feel too much
Yet say no little
no way to say what I feel in the middle.

I want to find
someone to beat
to slam them down and off their feet

But I'm not violent
I'm gentle and kind
yet I feel in a suffocating bind.

So I try to fight back
yet I can't see
the demons and devils that surround me.

There's nothing to break
how can I defend
what I can't see to strike or bend?

So I find my spot
and put down my sword
and listen to the ever sweet chord.

Of that babbling brook
that floods my soul
that is filled with wisdom from the times of old.

That the hard times will pass
and the anger will cease
and I will find an ever present peace.