URGENT RAGE <br />Boring… Spiralling… <br />Dark tunnel of urgent rage <br /> <br />Searching unerringly for inception <br />Original moment <br />same pain known so well <br /> <br />Sliding silently beneath tumult of thought <br />Down deep beyond where darkness lies <br />Facing ‘Illusion’ <br />Fumbling with the gauge <br /> <br />Why do I reach this place below <br />While others travel past above <br />Not seeing further than the bridge <br />From which the wasted fell <br /> <br />Life goes on in city streets <br />Paper cut-outs passing by <br />Each alone pretending still <br />That all sit neatly on one page <br /> <br />Far below the pavement hard <br />Of conscious mind beset <br />Lies territory seldom seen <br />Where games of life are hell <br /> <br />Buried drives, they mock and scream <br />Until we shake them free <br />But not before we’ve tamed their heat <br />And tempered urgent rage<br /><br />tess fielders<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/urgent-rage/
