The Evolution of a Slyman

Rage (an old poem)

Rage

It’s got me frustrated 

And I can not breathe

An everyday façade

Swallowing me

Live out my dreams

Only in fantasies

Sentenced to a prison

Without bars or chains

I pray for demons

I beg for rage

I seduce an explosion

Just to blow up my cage

Lodge me in my throat

So I can swallow this shame

No soldier’s glory

No father’s pride

No recollection of

When my true self died

My impure soul

Finds no redemption

Unwashed and unclean

Just a piece of the machine

by T.C. Downey 1997

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