Saturday, April 26, 2008

After another SARC breifing, and an AM class...this is what came out of it.

A random writing, fuelled by rage, feed by fear, wishing for peace, in time of uncertainty, written in the silence between and above them all.


A cage that never weakens.
never grows smaller.
It's just the beast that grows within.
The rage you feed it.
the hate you teach it.
Bulk it up and make it pace.
Crave for pain.
Crave for hurt.
A wounded pride.
Lashing out against insanity.

Not going through this shit again.
Not working around it once more.
A path I'll never walk again,
and a body left too sore.

He's pacing in the walls you keep
throwing himself against the bars.
you locked him up to keep me safe
but now he's far stronger then before.
How long till you snap again?
she wonders in her head.
till the cage breaks and he's free again.
How long does she have?

Not going through this shit again.
Not working around it once more.
A path I'll never walk again
and a body left too sore.

And she's tearing herself apart
for you and you alone.
Caging up her impulses.
Much as you do your own.
Pushing the locks on your cage.
How long till she snaps again?
How long till she breaks?
Habits that you thought she broke.
How long till they recur?

It's not the cage that grows smaller.
Nor the bars that bend and break.
It's the fighting of the two of them.
and the Rattle that they make.
Rage so caustic
It's burning through the bars.
How long do they have you think?
How long till it breaks?
How long till they break out?
How long will it take?

1 comment:

Debbie said...

This pretty much describes how I felt. I hear you.

Hopefully when you go to Minot and begin working you will feel better!

Also hope you are eating better!!