the truth is
my rage
is eating me alive but i do
not know
how
to engage
with my anger
without being consumed
by it.
loss of control is by far my biggest
fear.
another shapeshifter living among the digital masses
my rage
is eating me alive but i do
not know
how
to engage
with my anger
without being consumed
by it.
loss of control is by far my biggest
fear.
truth!!! this is right on time!
thank you!
moya
29 Dec 09 at 6:10 PM
<3
Savannah Nicole Logsdon
30 Dec 09 at 12:10 AM
Heya – I read you, but don’t think I’ve said anything before. My name’s Peter ;-)
This poem reminds me of some lines I liked from Brecht’s ‘To Posterity’:
Even the hatred of squalor
Makes the brow grow stern.
Even anger against injustice
Makes the voice grow harsh. alas, we
Who wished to lay the foundations of kindness
Could not ourselves be kind.
It sounds like you understood the process a stage or two before he realised it had already happened :-)
driftwood
10 Jan 10 at 1:50 PM
hi peter! thank you for sharing. glad to find your blog!!
cripchick
10 Jan 10 at 2:03 PM