Rage ...

Rage in Silence - by Paul Graves

Sadness and beauty plague my vision,
And tears sting my eyes but don’t erupt,
This confusion and emptiness claw at me,
The violence from within rips at my flesh.
I let it settle like a sleeping creature,
A hunger grows the more it rests,
Until finally, confused in its cage,
It unleashes, pitifully lashing out at darkness,
At silence and at itself.
Ripping me apart, it roars,
And I scream a tormented wail.
The silence is cracked by my voice
And the gates fly open
as emotion fills my soul.
For once I can feel and try to organize it.
But the pain becomes real.
When the beast goes back to sleep
(it already has)
I will return to my silence
and confusion.
And await the next wave of rage.
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I have yet to return to my silence. I am still in rage ...
And disappointment. And I ask myself why ...
If it's even worthwhile.