rage stems from
neurons misfiring
pounding at the
temples melting
desire down to
the soles of the
worn out sneakers

then exploding
up through the
debris of the
life that was made
shrapnel cutting
through the faces
that grew close

loss of everything
birth of nothing
death to a way of life
nothing will bring
anything back
to a fractured being

pulling away
sucked into a shell
hiding a shattered
existence from view
seeing only darkness
feeling only shame
hoping to some time
become one again

— GB