Rave

January 2, 2015

Rave

Rage

Set blaze to the day

Let everything burn

In anger

Scorn

Desolation

For life is nothing

But endless strife

And lamentation.

This have I thought

So many times over

As I lay there in bed

Eyes glassed over

Staring blankly

At a patch of

White-washed

Wall

Discolored black

From years of pressing

My feet on it

From fury

Or from pleasure

I do not recall why

But what a fitting

Metaphor for life

Being continually

Stepped on

And crushed.

Yet slowly

These thoughts sink away

Like leadened boots

In a blackened sea.

Hope ascends

To see how

This new day shall begin.

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