Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Why me

"Why me?"you cry shaking your fist at the wind.
Do I deserve this?
What did I do to earn such punishment?
Resentment burns red boiling the bile in your stomach.
Why now?
This timing is the worst.
The wind softens.
You have strength.
You will push onward and upward.
Primal scream.
Dizzy with desire to tear.
And punch and rip and shred.
Blood spilled scarlet from my veins
sizzling on the black asphalt.

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