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I see myself through an unobstructed view
I put myself together as I'm taking myself apart
but for fatalistic me that's really nothing new
my mind is a quivering vessel with a gaping wound
that bleeds continuously
I try to corral my unflinching anger but only end
up battling against it strenuously
collectively thinking I see my anger as an option
for which I shouldn't continue to further pursue
I should take control and responsibility of my
anger and all the consequences it can lay issue to
my writing shows my softer side even when its
giving voice to anger's ugly head
my tempered emotions are left vulnerable and raw
as my anger is shaken loose
from my tightly held reign and slowly shed
so tell me , who will be left to hold me when I can
no longer hold myself together
of loneliness and fear which of the two is more
difficult to weather
if you were to once more turn and walk away
would I have the strength to call you back
would I be able to mouth the words I've loved you
from the very first day
or would my face betray me and give expression to
this disquieted emotion and consequently crack
the severity of the indifference concerning the
party involved can be discomforting to say the least
it can emotionally sterilize, injure and challenge
even the purest of man or beast
upon my confusion and disillusionment you
ferociously feast
for you this is a stepped up game of cat and mouse
in the highest form of cruelty or caprice
and my writing of this gives back all that you
have previously taken
every last little pathetic piece.........
(written March 12,1991)