Rave
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.