If you find yourself biting the pen cap
shaking from anger and caffeine
astonished by cruel relinquished
screams filing your throat like
compacted melting snow suffocating its release
bleeding from eating away all the flesh
from inside your mouth
bewildered by the last train of decency
leaving the station empty while
hordes of others bombard it with their
rotted ambivalence
frustrated by all the lack of effort
when effort in itself takes such little effort to execute
furious when you find all good deeds rewarded
with contemptuous mockery
and above all this
you find yourself embracing these emotions,
then you are as correct as any person can be
you understand that you have
the gift
of creation’s passion
(after-all…all creation began with a bang)
af
(written with pen on paper)
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