I let the cards
pile up,
the red flag notices,
the warnings.
I let the shouts,
the anger,
the snarling hate
pile up.
I let it fill. I let it fill me. I let it over-
flow.
These are the days
and this is the moment
where I can be consumed
in rage,
where I will reach
my ignition point,
where I can finally
be obliterated,
driven into nothingness,
like I have always wanted.
Tags:
angst,
despair,
ego,
emo,
emotions,
feelings,
fire,
intensity,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
rage,
self pity,
self-centered,
writing
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
