Of Rage and Anger

Empty pages beckon
empty words
and I think I’d reckon
writing my devil

He lurks in the shadows
my demon, he smiles
he knows he knows
the turning of the shoe

The clenched fists
and the pounding head
the tied up wrists
the red mist

He knows of the pain
of locking the doors
he knows the restrain
of each glass stained

When finally the world
goes its own way
he gives me these words
to put my rage away

In peace he lurks, the crying ghoul
a wounded beast, every day
gnawing at my soul
Where do I go now?
Where do I go?