At Masses, We Weep

 

Sullen, 

    Swollen

         & Wilted. 

Head jostled down 

  Light & Anger

Fury like lightning and thunder. 

  Asunder, 

My frame lifeless, 

My life frameless

Accept for the rage 

  that engulfs me, 

Thundering at these- mine. 

  These gremlins in my life. 

 These trolls and juxstapositions, 

    Like tinkering Fae

  Assembling chains 

About my ankles, 

  Before even I could make a peep.  

I am ready to rage at the world, 

  Ready to. 

  Because I can not control a thing. 

It would be so easy to burn the Asylum down. 

  Yet, 

  How I thought I tried, 

     and yet how it still remains. 

Forlorn tear, 

   Abandoned, 

 Mothers' weep. 

Children weep without them. 

  The battlefield 

Grey and blown out; 

   Winds kicked up 

  And the cries and moans by thousands wounded, effervescent.  

  Often it feels like I carry it all; 

The weight dozens more times than it ought to be. But isn't that just life?! 

  I mourn this. Anger replacing Love. 

I will mourn us. 

  I have died, so many times alone. 

  and I may not forgive you for this. 

       It is too real. Too cracked open. 

   The tomb of which I descend below. 

A pit of flame embossing wrath in tongues. 

  You have failed me. 

Utterly, 

 and as completely 

   as any other. 

A mirror,

  for the other. 

As any other.