Fury
There is so much in my head
Swirling in a vast black hole
I want to write it all
But I can’t get close enough
It is the moon
And I am the sun
Burning with fury
A universe away
Thoughts come and go
Like water through my hands
But my brain doesn’t want to admit
Its liquid
Spilling away
Leaving me grasping for something
I cannot hold
I don’t remember
What I thought about minutes ago
Gone like someone stole it from me
When I wasn’t looking
Yet memories from decades ago
Still fresh and persistent
Ripping through my dreams
Nagging at my days
Reminding me that
The pain is still there
As if I’d forgotten
Will I ever get all of this out of me?
And where will it go if I do?
I am worried that the universe
Cannot hold all of my pain
I’m afraid of my own fury
Maybe its afraid of me too
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