Anger

A wall of Anger
surrounds the heavens,
it keeps the bad ones out,
with a sin and a shout.

A wall of Anger
surrounds me right,
 this very minute...

and for the life of me;
i cannot say why.

mostly i am angry
at my self, this inner coil, this threaded
mechanical beast.

True, i am not nearly,
a machine, yet
i have been living on auto-pilot,
so damn long.

Just a cassette tape,
stuck on repeat,
the same periodic,
sad story, from many, many years ago.

if you make the same stupid choices,
over & over again,
and it always just blows up
in your fucking face?-then
why are you consistently repeating-
the same mistakes again and again,

yet expecting a different outcome.
it's the definition;
both of insanity and apparently stupidity.

help, help, help
somebody please
im stuck on a treadmill
and im going very fast
towards

nothing and nowhere again
right straight into
a huge concrete wall
6 ft high and 9 ft deep
of pure, raw , anger

as the world begins to sway
ever so slightly
beneath my feet.