my old tired struggle
11.30.06 (8:02 am) [edit]My old tired struggle
My innards boil,
Rage like a fiery serpent taunt,
Coiled with dark energy seeking a target,
Lusting to strike,
Unthinking.
In a blessed unconscious moment,
A scapegoat sought,
To release my pent up repressed rage.
Followed by shame,
Repression yet again.
Rage deep,
In caverns bottomless hidden,
Its roots wrapped around my heart
Squeezing hard,
Shattering the soul
An endless maze with no escape,
Or so it seems.
Something false I sometimes believe,
Strengthening the prison I inhabit,
Key hidden deeper still.
In darkness at times abiding,
Yet hope not entirely extinguished,
For I feel pursued,
Sought after
By something larger, deeper, more hidden than the key I seek.