rage

rage isn't a feeling. it's not an awakening.

it is a tiredness. it is a longing to feel reaching it's zenith.

i've been down for too long.

up seems so far away and i've been so tussled about that i am not even sure which direction to go if i wanted to try.

i'm sure my troubles are minor to most.

not to me.

i see it.

i just don't know how to fix me. i can't identify what's broken.

it's a burden to those closest to me.

i don't like that either.

ground hog day broke me. the movie, idiot.

covid. draw the comparison for godsake.

back to me. this is a poem.

eh, fuck it. i'm done.

this isn't working either.

what's next?