To destroy is a temporary fix.
The shock of the violence fades.
My fury is unabated.
The rage will soon return.

I am full of pain and hatred.
I am longing for forgiveness.

It is all pointless.
I have been living a futile life.
Depression lurks in the corners of my anger.
My goal is to hold off the sadness.

The dark surface of my life will vanish.
An essence of light is waiting for freedom.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.